I have wonderful treasures,
Such gems and such jewels!
Come, see them, I pray.
And if you will venture,
I have—for the asking—
That which you are seeking,
A December day!”
“Did you hear that?” cried Coppertop, hardly able to believe her ears. “Our December day at last! Oh, how splendid!”
“It’s a funny place to keep it,” said Tibbs doubtfully.
“’Es, it is!” agreed Kiddiwee; “a dark old place, I ’spect.”