"Loveliest ever!" said Sauce Pan. "I really was afraid to call her for fear her father would hear. I'm so sorry——"
"Yes," nodded Toaster Man, "I can't seem to get it off my mind. It keeps me so sad—won't you tell us a story?"
"I can't get it off my mind, either," said Sauce Pan, with a sob, "but I'll do my best. Here goes:
"Our little Miss sat down and cried,
And called her Sauce Pan to her,
'I feel so berry bad inside,
I wish you'd (h)eat some sugar.'"
"Oh, silly!" interrupted Toaster Man, "don't make fun,—besides, you know that's not true."
"Well," replied Sauce Pan, "I thought you wanted a story!"
"Pooh!" puffed Tea Kettle, "What a poor pun! I should think you'd all be tired out. Let's take a nap."