"I dink I make me some boetry alretty," said Hans, solemnly, and began:
"I lof to hear der insects hum,
I lof to chew on chewing gum!
I lof to see der moon shine owit"
"And love to eat my sauerkraut,"
added Tom gaily. "Songbird, can't you get up some real nice bit of verse about sauerkraut and Limburger cheese for Hans' benefit?"
"The idea of poetry about sauerkraut and Limburger cheese!" snorted the verse maker in disgust.
"Well, anyway, the lines about the cheese would be good and strong," was Dick's comment.
"A poem about sauerkraut wouldn't do for this automobile age," said Sam, dryly.
"Why not?" asked Tom.
"Because sauerkraut belongs to the cabb-age," answered the youngest Rover, and then dodged a blow Tom playfully aimed at him.
"I shan't try to make up any more verses," said Songbird. "Every time I try"
"Hullo, here comes a carriage with three young ladies in it," called out Dick.
"They look familiar to me," announced Tom. "Yes, they are Dora Stanhope and Grace and Nellie Laning!" he cried.
