Miss B.—If only you’d wings like your cousin Bat.
Mrs. C.—If only! but then I haven’t, you see.
Besides, I’ve rented a hole in a tree,
On the first-floor branch just four trees west
Of the oak where you built your last year’s nest.
Miss B.—A charming neighborhood! just the thing
For a winter home—
Mrs. C.— Well, I hope, next spring,
When you’re here again, you will try to call.
Miss B.—You are very kind—
Mrs. C.— Oh, not at all!
Miss B.—Good-by, Mrs. Chipmunk.
Mrs. C.— Oh, must you fly?
Then, a pleasant journey!
Miss B.— Good-by!