Chapter 12 THE PERFECT WORK OF PATIENCE.

A slender little treble was singing it over and over again in childish sort, with so little appreciation of the meaning of the words that the oddity of the ditty was the first thing to attract my attention to it.

"You'd better bide a wee, wee, wee!

Oh, you'd better bide a wee.

La, la, la, la, la, la,

You'd better bide a wee."

The elf