Tinky was a bell that did not daa-ding or daa-dong. Her little face always smiled and happy thoughts placed her top of her class. Now every one knew in Westport She played alone in her yard with her frog that caaa-roaked a beautiful ribbit song. And all the day long Tinky wished she at least could paa-ting or taa-pang as she walked in the London fog.

One evening on her way to market Tinky heard the gas street lamps come on.... phisssst-pheeeeww the combustible went and a baarrr-oaf...the flame ignites.

Frog was startled and waddled into a dampy wet kaa-splasssshie puddle. When Tinky saw this the little bell did laugh so hard her side Kaaa-rack-kiled with a tinky tink-tinkle.