“Really, I am so puzzled that I have forgotten what I intended to say,” said Tiny, sitting down. “I cannot say properly where I am, or where I live, or anything else. All I know is that I am very dull.”
“You are not dull,” declared Miss Hare. “When an animal finds out that he has much to learn, it is a good indication that he really knows something. Only the ignorant are satisfied with their own imperfect way of speaking. Now I will sing for you a little lullaby that an otter formerly sang to her little one every night:”
SONG OF REST.
“Set down your basket, busy little one;
Please set it where it sat yesterday,
And let it sit there while I sing the song
You love to hear when daylight turns to gray.
“Now you have set the basket in its place;
It sits just where you set it oft before.
Sit down beside me; do not speak a word,