ght little gurrls;
"Will be for us ahl to cry!"

So they cried and cried, the eight little gurrls,
And they cried and they cried all day,
And when evening came, there was wather enough
For to fill up the salt, salt say!

Fluff laughed a little; and presently she said shyly, "I can sing a song
too, Mr. Moonman, if you would like to hear it. It is a song about some
dogs, and perhaps if you would learn it, you could sing it to your dog
when you get home." "Let us have the song, by all means," I said. "My
dog is very fond of music, and has himself a powerful voice."

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So Fluffy sang her little song; and in case any of you children should
like to sing it for yourselves, I will write down the music as well as
the words.

[Illustration: Music]

1. Jippy and Jimmy were two little dogs,
They went to sail on some floating logs,
The logs roll'd over: the dogs roll'd in,
And they got very wet, for their clothes were thin.

2. Jippy and Jimmy crept out again,
They said, "the river is full of rain!"
They said, "the water is far from dry,"
Ki-hi! ki-hi! ki-hi-yi! ki-hi!

3. Jippy and Jimmy went shivering home,
They said, "on the river no more we'll roam!
And we won't go to sail until we learn how,"
Bow-wow! bow-wow! bow-wow-wow! bow-wow!

"Bravo! Fluff," I said. "That is a good song, and they were sensible
little dogs. It is well to be sure about understanding a thing before
one attempts it, as Master Nibble would find out, if he were once
mounted on this frisky moonbeam, at which he is casting such longing
eyes." "It does look so delightful!" sighed Nibble. "But after all, the
cloud is delightful too, and I suppose I should be cold if I were not
wrapped up in it. How far north are we now, Mr. Moonman?" "Somewhere
near the coast of Labrador," I replied. "Little Winds, lower the cloud a
bit, that the mice may see the fishing fleet. The fishermen are all
asleep, but the boats are a pretty sight, when they can be seen through
the fog."

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Lightly and softly the cloud floated downward, and as they descended,
the merry Winds blew the wreaths of fog away, so that we could see the
bare brown coast, and the hundreds of fishing-smacks lying at anchor.
Lights gleamed at bow and stern. They danced a