ipecacuanha and put ice almost all over her. She was as sensible as
any of us. To-morrow morning we shall not have a house over our
heads," and she put her ragged old apron over her face and cried.

[Transcriber's Note: See picture apron.jpg]

"If she wasn't raving in delirium," said Peter Piper, "we shall not
have any heads. You had better go back to the Castle tonight,
Patsy. Racketty-Packetty House is no place for you."

Then Lady Patsy drew herself up so straight that she nearly fell
over backwards.

"I--will--_never_--leave you!" she said, and Peter Piper couldn't
make her.

You can just imagine what a doleful night it was. They went all
over the house together and looked at every hole in the carpet and
every piece of stuffing sticking out of the dear old shabby sofas,
and every broken window and chair leg and table and ragged blanket--
and the tears ran down their faces for the first time in their
lives. About six o'clock in the morning Peter Piper made a last
effort.

[Transcriber's Note: See picture together.jpg]

"Let's all join hands in a circle," he said quite faintly, "and
dance round and round once more."

But it was no use. When they joined hands they could not dance, and