He didn’t look very pleasant about it, and he was not helped by having his arm round a neighbor’s dog who looked exactly like Billie and who had come to call on her.
Billie was out, and Sammy-Sam was amusing Patsy when Freddie came running out of the boarding house.
“Listen, Sammy,” he said, “to some poetry
I’ve been making about the sparrow who lives in the hole in the wall.”
Sammy-Sam, glad of an excuse to throw down his book, said, “Go ahead.”
Freddie began to read very proudly,
“There was a little bird that lived in a hole
Not much bigger than an ordinary bowl,
And when it was tired of sitting on its nest
It would flutter, flutter out and have a little rest.