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William turned round from his blackberry-bush. "Well, I won't," he said decidedly. "I've had enough!" "You've had 'nuff brekfust," said Thomas sternly. "I've found a lickle tin for the sings, so be kick. Oo, here's a fly! A green fly! It's sittin' on my finger. Does it like me 'cause it's sittin' on my finger?" "No," said William, turning a purple-stained countenance round scornfully.
William walked on as if he had not heard her. It was Aunt Jane who insisted on the little entertainment after tea. "I love to hear the dear children recite," she said. "I'm sure they all have some little recitation they can say." Barbara arose with shy delight to say her piece. "Lickle bwown seed, lickle bwown bwother, And what, pway, are you goin' to be?
Then he partook of a little refreshment himself, while Thomas turned out his pockets. "I'll let 'em go now," he said. One of his wood-lice, however, stayed motionless where he put it. "Wot's the matter with it?" said William, curiously. "I 'speck me's the matter wif it," said Thomas succinctly. "Now, get me some lickle fishes, an' tadpoles an' water sings," he went on cheerfully.
I'll be a poppy as white as my mother, Oh, DO be a poppy like me! What, you'll be a sunflower? Oh, how I shall miss you When you are golden and high! But I'll send all the bees up to tiss you. Lickle bwown bwother, good-bye!" She sat down blushing, amid rapturous applause. Next Jimmy was dragged from his corner. He stood up as one prepared for the worst, shut his eyes, and
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