PUSSY WILLOW

Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 73, 30 March 1929, Page 15

PUSSY WILLOW

§ j§ Pussy willow, pussy willow, . g | . Do you bloom in Belgium now? g 1 Tiny furry little calkins g 1 Where the Meuse runs green and clear. g I Do the children run to pick you | § In their Springtime of the year? | H Do they stroke you and caress you, . |j m Kiss the silky balls of fur, m m Take you to the priest to bless you 1 ■ o I I . And pretend to hear you purr? = j Pussy ivilloiu, pussy willow, | ■ Do you bloom in Belgium now? = 1 —CHRISTOPHER MORLEY. |

was no Easter egg. She pushed her fingers down a crack in the board, and suddenly felt something hard. Her heart gave a little jump. Could it be an egg a last? 1 erhaps a little one? But, no. She pulled it out, and it was only a ring, a thicic one like a curtain ring, but flat on one side. She ran to show it to Mumsie. "Look, Mumsie," she said, "this is all I can find." Mums caught up the ring with "a cry of joy. "Oh!" she cried, "it's grandpa's lost signet ring. He lost it abcui five years ago and we never could find it. Oh, Elsie, he^will be pleasea to have it. It's much belter than finding any Easter eggs. When the excitement of Elsie's find was over John took her back mlo Ihe dining-room and showed her the big pink egg on top oi one ot the lamp shades. .. T . , . "Funny you couldn't find it, but you deserve it, said John as he gave it to her. "And it's much, much better finding lost rings than Easter eggs.