“But,” she said, “I can give you each a necklace of glass beads, fastened with a rosette of peach-coloured ribbon. I made them yesterday for my dolls, but you are welcome to them.”
“Just the thing!” said the sea-gulls.
So Elsie put the necklaces round their necks, and they thanked her, and flew away. I have been told that they flew straight to the island, and spent the whole afternoon in making rude remarks to the purple fish with the yellow tail, but one need not believe all one hears.
MR. SOMEBODY.
My little one came to me weeping, weeping,
Over her cheeks the bright tears creeping:
“Oh, Mammy! ’tis raining and pouring away;
We cannot go to the picnic to-day!”
I took the darling up in my lap,