P.for Peter, P.for Phyllis." "I put F.for Phyllis," said the child of that name.

"That's how it sounds.

The swallows wouldn't spell Phyllis with a P., I'm certain-sure." "They can't spell at all," Peter was still insisting.
"Then why do you see them always on Christmas cards and valentines with letters round their necks?
How would they know where to go if they couldn't read ?" "That's only in pictures.

You never saw one really with letters round its neck." "Well, I have a pigeon, then; at least Daddy told me they did.

Only it was under their wings and not round their necks, but it comes to the same thing, and--" "I say," interrupted Bobbie, "there's to be a paperchase to-morrow." "Who ?" Peter asked.
"Grammar School.