She had learned La Fontaine's version of the fable one time to recite at school.

To-day, with the problem in her mind of how to rid herself of an unwelcome guest, they suddenly took on a new meaning.
"I'll do just the way the stork did," she thought, gleefully.

"This morning Girlie had everything her way, and we played little silly baby games till I felt as flat as the dish that fox is eating out of.

But she had a beautiful time.

To-morrow morning I'm going to be stork, and make my conversation so deep she can't get her little baby mind into it at all.