“Well, I might tell you about Chautauqua,” said pink bachelor thoughtfully.
“And what is Chautauqua?” questioned a saucy little fish who had stopped on his way to the lake to listen.
“Chautauqua is a place, my young friend, a beautiful place, where I spent last summer with my family,” said the bachelor in a very patronizing tone.
“Oh! you don’t say so,” said the naughty little fish with a grimace, and sped on his way to the lake, to laugh with all the other fishes at the queer new word.
“Go on, go on, go on,” sang the brook.
“We lived in a garden by a house just outside the gates,” began Bachelor.
“What gates?” interrupted the eager daisies.
“Why, the gates of the grounds.”