Mrs. Campbell glanced at the book on Hope's knee, and smilingly answered, "Learning to be poets under Gussie's instruction."
"But Allee really does write splendidly," Hope insisted very seriously. "I can hardly believe she wrote all this; yet it sounds just like her. She always did have such a beautiful way of saying things." Then she burst out laughing.
"What is it?" demanded the sisters, scenting something unusual, and laying aside their lessons to listen.
"A poem by Peace," gasped Hope. "O, it's too funny!" Wiping her eyes, she dramatically read:
"'In the yard the little chicklets
Ran to and fro,
Digging up the worms and buglets
Squirming down below.
Came a hawk and grabbed a chicklet,