And a curious Sound they make.
The Plays are done, |☽|
And the Prayers are said,
And the Children are snugly
Tucked in Bed. |K.P.|
XX.
The wind of heaven blows the chips and the straws together.
There was a fiddler, a tinker, and a shoemaker jogging along the road, but whatever brought them in company is more than I am able to tell you. All the same, there they were, and, after all, that is the kernel of the nut.