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 necessary as to write it, and a good deal more of a rarity."

I knew her hull life had run along better and smoother than any blank verse I had ever seen, better than any Eppicac or Owed; it had been a full, sweet, harmonious poem of love and order and duty. But she sez agin sadly:

"I can't live poetry; I can only do common things. I can't read Greek or write poems, or carve statutes, or paint beautiful pictures."

Her sweet eyes looked mournful. I wanted to chirk her up. So I sez, as my nose agin took in a whiff of the delicious food, "Folks can worry along for quite a spell without knowin' Greek, when they can understand and do justice to a well cooked meal of vittles." And sez I, as my eye roamed round the clean, sweet interior, "There is such a thing as livin' a beautiful picture, and moulding immortal statutes" (I meant the dear, good actin' little twins), "and in my idee you've done it, and I know somebody else that thinks so, too."

"Oh, no, he don't! he don't!" And suddenly she knelt down by my side and almost buried her pretty head in my shoulder and busted into tears. And so it all come out, for all the world tellin' me about it jest as she did when the sawdust flowed from her doll's legs.

It seemed that Laurence Marsh had been away to a relative's visitin', and went to some charity doin's and had there met a young widder visitin' in the place, a poetess and artist and sculptor; she read a Greek poem dressed in Greek costoom, and some of her pictures and statuettes wuz on sale. He got introduced to her. She made the world and all of him, and I see how it wuz—men are weak and easy flattered and don't know when