Whenever they fail,—this is no tale,
As you can easily guess,—
They twist the failure round about,
They twist and turn it inside out;
Then drop it down a big, black hole,
Discovered in back of the North Pole,—
And up it jumps—Success!”
“My, I wish my failures would do that! Maybe they will,” mused Mary Frances, finishing the row of stitching very carefully. “Oh, there comes Grandma up the street!”
“Try! Try again!”