CHAPTER III.
When night came, all worn and tired,
As if nothing had transpired,
Paul and Peter in their chamber
Lay there, wrapt in peaceful slumber,
A soft snoring through their noses
Shows how tranquilly each dozes.
But not so with Plish and Plum!
They sit ill-at-ease and glum,
Not being lodged to suit their mind,
To turn in they too inclined.
Plish, the dog's old rule to follow,
Turns round thrice, his bed to hollow;
Plum, however, shows a mind
More affectionately inclined.
