"Much better keep a potato," said the Professor; "and see if hedgehogs eat it!"
"That be the roight way, sure-ly!" the delighted Gardener exclaimed. "Be you come to see the platform?"
"Aye, aye!" the Professor cheerily replied "And the children have come back, you see!"
The Gardener looked round at them with a grin. Then he led the way to the Pavilion; and as he went he sang:—
"He looked again, and found it was
A Double Ride of Three:
'And all its Mystery,' he said,
Is clear as day to me!' "
"You've been months over that song," said the Professor. "Isn't it finished yet?"
"There be only one verse more," the Gardener sadly replied. And, with tears streaming down his cheeks, he sang the last verse:
"He thought he saw an Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
'A fact so dread,' he faintly said,
'Extinguishes all hope!'"
