He was angry. He was frightened, and kept saying to himself, “Keep a stiff upper lip.”
Grandma could not see very well, but she said, “I do not believe it is a good egg. I think it is cracked.”
Then the little girls said, “May we take it up to the play-house? May we, Grandma?”
Grandma nodded and the little girls carried Humpty Dumpty off to their play-house.
The little girls left Humpty Dumpty on top of their play-house and forgot all about him. Soon they ran off to play.
Humpty Dumpty began to look about. “I am glad Grandma did not think I was a good egg,” he said to himself. “They might have put me into a cake.”
“Tick, tock,” said the clock in the play-room.
“Oh, ho! so you can talk, too,” said Humpty Dumpty. He climbed up to the chimney of the play-house to see the clock better.
Then the clock said in a sweet voice: