And was heard to exclaim, ‘Oh fudge!’”
The twins clapped loudly, but Tad said it was a perfectly rotten limerick.
“Better than yours, though,” laughed Rodney.
“Nothing of the sort! Mine was an exceptionally fine example of the art of—ah—composition. Mine had—had poetic qualities. Hand over the prize, if you please!”
“I’ve got one,” announced Kitty somberly. “It isn’t very good, though.” He blinked about the circle, and Matty murmured that she was sure it would be a very nice one indeed.
“There was a boy named Merrill
Who climbed up a rock like a squirrel——”
Kitty paused there, whether to receive applause for the ingenuity of the rhyme or to grope for the rest of the verse they didn’t know. The twins, however, encouraged him with expressions of delight, and after a moment he continued:
“And when he was on top