is for Robertson Ay.

Today he is Responsible for a Really awful Rumpus. He had Rubbed Mr. Banks' hat with an oily Rag instead of a Rabbit's tail.

"He's a broken Reed, a Rattlebrain. I'll be glad to be Rid of the Rogue!" Mr. Banks Rages up and down. "The Rascal, the Reptile, the Reprobate!"

"He didn't Realize," say the children. "He is not Robust, and he needs to Rest."

"Rubbish!" Mr. Banks Retorts. "He is Required to Run errands and Render assistance. Rake the ashes. Repair the Railings. Rout the Rats—and what does he do? Reposes in a Rocking chair, wholly Regardless of the fact that I'm Rapidly losing my Reason. And on top of that, he Ruins my hat! I shall look Ridiculous!"

"Oh. let him Remain, Daddy! Don't Refuse!"

"Well, only if he Reforms. Remember!"

Full of Rapture and Relief, they Rush away to Robertson Ay with the Reassuring news.

But Robertson Ay is as Right as Rain. Nothing Ruffles him.

Rosy with sleep, wrapped in Mr. Banks' traveling Rug. he Reclines against the garden Roller, taking his Regular morning Rest.