Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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And making rhymes is just as catching as measles and whooping cough,
only it doesn't hurt so much. Of course, some of Marmaduke's rhymes weren't very good, but he tried his best, which is all you can ask of anybody. Anyway, we will have to tell you them just as he made them, so you can see what sort of a party he had. So he said,-- "Come, Bunny, Bunny, An' don't be funny!" It didn't mean anything much, but he just said it. And out, hippity hop, hippity hop, came the White Rabbits, making noses at him in the odd way of their kind. Holding out the lettuce leaves in front of their wriggling noses, he coaxed them over to the summer-house, and when they got there, he placed a leaf in one of the dishes, saving the rest for the feast. And the Bunnies made funnier noses than ever and nibbled, nibbled away at their plates. Then he called out loud,-- "Here chick, chick, chick, Come quick, quick, quick!" |
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