"Now, if the fish will only bite, we'll have some royal fun."
"And do fish bite? The horrid things! Indeed, I'll not catch one!"
Peter Newell.
HER POLKA DOTS
She played upon her music-box a fancy air by chance,
And straightway all her polka-dots began a lively dance.
Peter Newell.
HER DAIRY
"A milkweed, and a buttercup, and cowslip," said sweet Mary,
"Are growing in my garden-plot, and this I call my dairy."
Peter Newell.
TURVEY TOP
'Twas after a supper of Norfolk brawn
That into a doze I chanced to drop,
And thence awoke in the gray of dawn,
In the wonder-land of Turvey Top.