ong.
Certain and round be the measure,
Every line be graceful and true.
Time is the mold, time the weaver, the carver,
Time and the workman together,
Sing your own song.
"Sing well, said the river. Sing well."
"Purr," went the kitten, slowly and carefully. "Purr, purr, purrr." That was the first line.
But as he finished it, the blue kitten suddenly felt afraid. So he began to bargain with the river. Being a blue kitten, he was wiser than most.
"Before you teach me the rest of the song, river," he begged, "help me a little. There must be many people in Castle Town. Tell me about them so I shall know whom to choose."
The river gurgled before answering. No one had ever questioned the river in this manner, and therefore it was a little uncertain as to how much even a blue kitten should know. Finally, however, the river began, slowly and soothingly.
"Well, there is a pewt
