TIMID HORTENSE
"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.
A land so strange I never had seen,
And could not choose but look and laugh--
A land where the small the great includes,
And the whole is less than the half!
A land where the circles were not lines
Round central points, as schoolmen show,
And the parallels met whenever they chose,
And went playing at touch-and-go!
There--except that every round was square
And save that all the squares were rounds--
No surface had limits anywhere,
So they never could beat the bounds.
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