"Oh, well," said Katy, hurriedly, for Cecy's lips were beginning to
pout, and her fair, pinkish face to redden, as if she were about to cry;
"perhaps it _was_ prettier to have them all die; only I thought, for
a change, you know!--What a lovely word that was--. 'Corregidor'--what
does it mean?"

"I don't know," replied Cecy, quite consoled. "It was in the 'Conquest
of Granada.' Something to walk over, I believe."

"The next," went on Katy, consulting her paper, "is 'Yap,' a Simple
Poem, by Clover Carr."

All the children giggled, but Clover got up composedly, and recited the
following verses:

"Did you ever know Yap?
The best little dog
Who e'er sat on lap
Or barked at a frog.

"His eyes were like beads,
His tail like a mop,
And it waggled as if
It never would stop.

"His hair was like silk
Of the glossiest sheen,
He always ate milk,
And once the cold-cream