And I beg him tell another.
“Well,” reflectively, “I’ll ’mence.
Mamma, I did see a doggie,—
Great—big—doggie,—on the fence.”
“Rather similar,—your stories,—
Aren’t they, dear?” A sober look
Swept across the pretty forehead;
Then he sudden courage took.
“But I know a nice, new ’tory,—
’Plendid mamma! Hear me ’mence.