"Funny!" retorted another voice. "It's ugly. Willie Will would be far nicer."
"Nobody named Willie Will would ever set a dog on a cat," came a third voice.
"No," said a fourth, "nor run off and hide when there are errands to do."
And then the four began to sing—
| "Willie Won't's a horrid boy! |
| No one will like him till |
| He helps when people want him to |
| And turns to Willie Will." |
Willie jumped to his feet and looked around. The neighbors' sunflowers nodded solemnly over the fence.
"Willie Will," they seemed to urge.
Willie started for the house. "Willie Will," he echoed, as he went up the path.
