Sylvie and Bruno . e! Not like j;/^/r^.^ I exclaimed. • Is sucha thing possible ? No, he docsnt like them, she repeatedwith a pretty mock-gravity. Hes not afraidof them, you know. But he doesnt like says theyre too waggly ! I was more startled than I liked to was somethino: so nncanux in this echoof the very words I had so lately heard fromthat little forest-sprite, that it was only by agreat effort I succeeded in saying, carelessly, Let us banish so unpleasant a topic. Wontyou sing us something, Lady Muriel ? I knowyou do sing without music. The only songs 1 know without mu
Sylvie and Bruno . e! Not like j;/^/r^.^ I exclaimed. • Is sucha thing possible ? No, he docsnt like them, she repeatedwith a pretty mock-gravity. Hes not afraidof them, you know. But he doesnt like says theyre too waggly ! I was more startled than I liked to was somethino: so nncanux in this echoof the very words I had so lately heard fromthat little forest-sprite, that it was only by agreat effort I succeeded in saying, carelessly, Let us banish so unpleasant a topic. Wontyou sing us something, Lady Muriel ? I knowyou do sing without music. The only songs 1 know without music are desperately sentimental, Im afraid ! Are your tears all ready ? Ouite ready! Ouite ready! came from allsides, and Lady Muriel-^—not being one of XVIl] THE THREK 15ADGERS. 247 those lady-singers who think it dc rig7teur todecline to sing till they have been petitioned\ three or four times, and have pleaded failureof memory, loss of voice, and other conclusivereasons for silence beran at once :— l,--^-^. There be three Badgers on a mossy sfo/ir,Beside a dark and covered icav:Each dreams himself a vionarch on his Throne, And so they stay and stay Though their old Father languishes alone,They stay, and stay, and stay. 24S SVLVIE AND BRUNO. There he tJiree Herrings loitering around,Longing to sJiare tJiat mossy seat:Each Herring tries to sing what she has found That makes L ife seem so , ivith a grating and uneertain sound,They bleat, and bleat, and bleat. The Mother-Hert-ing, on the salt sea-ivave,Sought vainly for her absent ones :The Father-Badger, loritJiing iji a out Return, my sons !You shall have buns he shrieked, if youll behave!Yea, buns, and buns, and buns ! I fearl ^^^^^ •^^^> ^your sons have gone astray fMy daugJtters left me zvhile I slept! ]es w, the Badger said: ifs as you say. They should be better kept!Thus the poor parents talked the time azvay,And ivept, and i^ept, and wept. f Here Bruno broke off suddenly. TheHerrings S
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