would YOU like to be an empty house?"
"Some day I might be," replied the Blue-gum, "if I don't grow too old. There is some fine timber in me yet."
Suddenly there was a great clattering and stamping inside the Little House, and Sym began to sing his Tinker's song.
"Kettles and pans! Kettles and pans!
All the broad earth is the tinkering man's--
The green leafy lane or the fields are his home,
The road or the river, where'er he way roam.
He roves for a living and rests where he can.
Then bring out your kettle! ho! kettle or pan!"
There's a nice thing for you!" said the Little Red House bitterly. "What kind of a song do you call that? Any old place is good enough for his home, and I am just nothing!"
"Oh, that's only his way of putting it," answered the Blue-gum kindly. He doesn't really mean it, you know; he wants a change, that's all."
But the Little Red House wouldn't say a word.
"It looks a good deal like rain this morning, doesn't it?" said the Blue-gu