PETER PIPER 



little voices sounded contented as they said, "Feep/^ 

 one to another. Their queer little tails looked frisky as 

 they went bob-bob-bob-bing up and down every time 

 they stepped, and sometimes when they did n't. Their 

 dear little heads went forward and back in a merry sort 

 of jerk. There were so many things to do, and every one 

 of them a pleasure ! 



Oh ! here was Sandy clambering up the rocky bank, so 

 steep that there was roothold only for the blue-bells, 

 with stems so slender that one name for them is ^^ hair- 

 bell." But Sandy did not fall. He tripped lightly up and 

 about, with sure feet; and where the walking was too 

 hard, he fluttered his wings and flew to an easier place. 

 Once he reached the top of the bank, where the wild 

 roses were blossoming. And wherever he went, and 

 wherever he came, he found good tasty insects to eat; 

 so he had picnic-luncheons all along the way. 



Ho ! here was Pan wandering where the river lapped 

 the rocky shore. His long slender legs were just right for 

 wading, and his toes felt comfortable in the cool water. 

 There was a pleasing scent from the sweet-gale bushes, 

 which grew almost near enough to the river to go wading, 

 too; and there was a spicy smell when he brushed against 

 the mint, which wore its blossoms in pale purple tufts 

 just above the leaves along the stem. And every now 

 and then, whether he looked at the top of the water or 



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