Why not ?" "What a pity," said Kitty softly.

"I think they are beautiful.

I am glad my mother thought so too, But it need not be a nursery rhyme, Anna.
Don't you know, "'Little bird with bosom red, Welcome to my humble shed,' "or any other ?" "Ye--es," said Anna doubtfully.

"I had to learn that once at school, but, somehow, I didn't think that it was about a robin." "What did you think it was about ?" asked Kitty.
"Oh, I don't know.

I thought it was just poetry.