I get the feeling Michelle Obama would smoke these clowns in a jump rope contest.
The first lady packs a rubber band and a jump rope in her suitcase on the road.
"You girls are crazy to jump rope so much," put in a big boy, Danny Rugg by name.
"I am going to learn to jump rope," said Susie, quite proudly.
But Susie couldn't, because she didn't know how to jump rope.
Doesn't it make you want to get out and jump rope and play marbles and leap-frog, and—and just jump and skip and yell?
I suppose you girls who jump rope know what "three slow—pepper" means, but the boys probably will not, so I'll explain.
If very active she may jump rope, in solitary enthusiasm, or in combination of from two to four.