They both heard the fairy song,
“A rat, a tat, tat, a rat, a tat, too,
We are making little red slippers for you.”
Little June went merrily homeward.
The last day of school drew nearer and nearer.
The little slippers grew more and more shabby!
At last the great day came, and mother said she was sorry she had no new slippers for the willing little feet.
She said,
“I’m sorry when the day is here,
No coins are in my purse, I fear.”