I can make ginger-snaps, goodness knows.”
At that, Curly-Tail got out his little red cap and cape and market basket, and said, “I will go to the grocers and get the sugar.”
“Get the sugar,” repeated a familiar voice, and Daddy Do-Little said,
“The Parrot is hiding, ’tis very true
We’ll find him now, whatever we do.”
They searched one hour and sixteen minutes but could not find the Parrot.
Little Curly-Tail went out of the house, “click,” went the gate and he started down the road.
Daddy Do-Little came to the door waving his red pocket handkerchief frantically, and shouted,
“A handkerchief for your little nose,