Cheerily cheer, we’re happy here.
You see, Mr. Robin’s English was not perfect, but he was too happy to be careful.
THE LITTLE RAINDROPS
Every seventh day Father Thrift rested. To-day was Sunday, the seventh day.
Father Thrift, as usual, arose just as the gray clouds were bidding the earth good-by.
How that queer little old man did enjoy those summer mornings!
Not many people get up early enough to know what they are like.