Our friends and all about them By Edith Bland [i.e. E. Nesbit]. Illustrated by Louisa, Marchioness of Waterford, Fanny Moody and W. Gilbert Foster |
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The Dog that told Stories. |
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The Dog that told Stories.
There really wasn't enough for three,
And that was plain to pussy and me;
We saw there was really plenty for two,
And so we decided what we would do.
And that was plain to pussy and me;
We saw there was really plenty for two,
And so we decided what we would do.
We said to Rover, “Your master has gone
Across the meadow—and all alone;
It's nothing to us, but we saw him go
And we thought perhaps you would like to know.”
Across the meadow—and all alone;
It's nothing to us, but we saw him go
And we thought perhaps you would like to know.”
Rover was off, like a hurried rat,
And I shared the dinner with pussy-cat;
But I don't like to think what Rover will say,
When he finds his master not gone that way.
And I shared the dinner with pussy-cat;
But I don't like to think what Rover will say,
When he finds his master not gone that way.
I think perhaps we had better go
To leave plenty of room for Rover, you know,
For he'll want some room, when he finds he's late,
So we'll leave him alone with the empty plate!
To leave plenty of room for Rover, you know,
For he'll want some room, when he finds he's late,
So we'll leave him alone with the empty plate!
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