If not, you’ll be crazy.”
Although the voice was very thin and piping, they heard every word distinctly. “That’s not a bird,” whispered Mary Frances.
“Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy,” sang the voice.
Still the girls didn’t see anything among the leaves where the voice seemed to come from.
“Tinkle Bell,
In a dell,
Dearly loved
A daisy.
Do you love one
Well as she?