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"We bark and howl, And snarl and yowl, And growl the whole day long; You are not here, And, Mopsy dear, We fear there's something wrong! "We haven't heard; Oh, send us word Whatever is the matter! Oh, hurry up And cheer each pup With laughter and gay chatter." "That's a very nice letter," said Marjorie, as she folded it up and returned it to its envelope.
But I do want you to learn to be a little less heedless; you know heedlessness is, after all, a sort of selfishness, a disregard of others' convenience." "I'm going to try, Father. I'll try real hard, and if I don't succeed, I'll try, try again." "That's my good little Mopsy. Now, skip to bed, and don't let these serious matters keep you awake.
He turned to speak of these to Phil; but his little companion, he saw, had meantime drifted off to dreamland. By Beatrix Potter Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. They lived with their mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree. "Now, my dears," said old Mrs.
Marjorie paused long enough to cuddle the little heap of grey fur that lay on the counterpane beside her, and then proceeded to read the letter: "Dear Mopsy Midget, We're in a fidget, Because we cannot find you; We want to know How you could go And leave your dogs behind you!
"Yes, it is a lovely month, Mopsy, and a good month to be out of doors. Maytime is playtime." "Yes, I know it; I made a song this morning about that. I'll sing it to you." And Marjorie sang for her father the little verse she had mad about Marjorie Maynard's May. "Huh!" said King, "'tisn't your May, any more than anybody else's, Midget Maynard."
"Well, you see, the poor family may live at some distance, and not have any telephone, and they may be ill, or something, and she may be there yet, helping. You know Mopsy is awful kind-hearted. Remember the Simpsons' fire? She forgot everything else in caring for them." "That's so, my son; at any rate, it's the most comforting theory we've had yet, and I'll go and tell your mother about it.
Not only was Marjorie their ringleader and moving spirit, but somehow King's uneasiness impressed all of them, and soon Dick Craig said, "I'm going home." King raised no objection, and, after sitting listlessly around for a few moments, the others all went home. But Tom turned back. "I say," he began, "you know Mopsy is somewhere, all right."
"I guess we couldn't let old Mopsy go out of this bunch!" exclaimed King, as with a clever agility he pulled off both Midget's hair-ribbons at once. This called for retaliation, and in a flash, Marjorie tweaked off his necktie.
"Oh, Father," cried Marjorie, "after Mother gets out, mayn't we take Delight out for a few moments? Even only just around the block?" "Will she care to go, Mopsy? You know an automobile isn't such a wonderful novelty to her as it is to you." "Oh, yes, she'll care to go in ours, and anyway I mean just for a minute."
Leaving Mopsy out altogether, let me try to explain I don't wish you to be influenced by anything except your own idea of me. I'm saying this because one or two points that seem in my favor may have a contrary effect." Evelyn made no answer, and he indicated the seat. "Won't you sit down? I have something to say." The girl did as he suggested, and his smile died away.
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