I'll put on the worms." "No, no, I don't want to," she said, with more tears.

"Put me down, please; you do joggle me so.

You'll be going back to school soon, and, now the grass is cut, I did so wa-wa-want to see the kite fly!" "So did I," said the boy ruefully.

"But don't cry, Tiz dear.

Tell me what to do.