"If I don't I won't say so," remarked Betty softly, with a sigh of relief; "but of course I can't make myself believe you if I don't."
"Oh, can't you?" said Dan. "You try once and see. Now then, Anna, your turn."
"I don't know anything about robins," said Anna. "Mother thought nursery rhymes were foolish. So do I."
"Oh no, you don't really," cried four voices in tones of mingled amazement and disgust.
"Yes, I do. Why not?"
"What a pity," said Kitty softly. "I think they are beautiful. I am glad my mother thought so too, But it need not be a nursery rhyme, Anna. Don't you know,
"'Little bird with bosom red,
Welcome to my humble shed,'
"or any other?"
"Ye—es," said Anna doubtfully. "I had to learn that once at school, but, somehow, I didn't think that it was about a robin."
"What did you think it was about?" asked Kitty.