No breakfast, no geography, late at school, tore my trowsers, kept at home, lost the dog, killed the cat, and didn't know my spelling!
I think the best thing I can do is to go to bed, put my head under the clothes,
And in a good, comfortable sleep try to forget all my sorrows and my woes;
But you may be sure, after this, I shall not neglect to take warning,
And begin to-morrow all right, without any sort of fail, by getting up early in the morning!
"There!" said I, when I had finished, and it quite wore my tongue thin to repeat such a long piece of poetry. "What do you think of that for a story?"
"I think it is real funny," said Nelly, laughing; "I wish I knew something to tell."
"I can say a funny piece!" shouted Jimmy.
"Well, say it, then," we two—Nelly and I—put in.
Up he jumped right off, struck a funny attitude, and began: