sang Sewing Bird frantically.
“Why, what is the matter, dear little bird?” again asked Mary Frances.
Sewing Bird replied:
“While I was sitting here in state,
Just what happened I’ll now relate:
“A gentle scratching at the door,
A gentle foot-step on the floor,
Then Jubey, black as a blackberry,
Looked up at pretty Dick Canary,
And what he said, to me seemed clear:—