“I’ve got some colored crayons,” suggested Harry.
So Cornelia scribbled a minute, and produced the following, which Harry proudly copied in large illuminated letters on a piece of wrapping paper:
“The Copleys’ breakfast’s buckwheat cakes,
With maple syrup too;
They’re light and tender, sweet and brown,
The kind you needn’t chew.
So, Carey, rise at early dawn,
And put your vesture on,
And come to breakfast in good time,
Or they will all be gone!”