"Halleck, Poe, Tennyson, Spenser,
and I don't know who else in a regular literary hash! That will
do for you, my boy.' A little of that goes a long way."
"Didn't I tell you I was bubbling all over with poetry?"
"You're a bubble yourself," laughed Harry, "and you'll burst if you
get too full of that sort of stuff."
"You wait till I really put my mind on it," said Billy with a droll
look. "You'll be surprised, my boys."
"We don't doubt that in the least," said Harry. "Why, I never
heard such poetry," chuckled young Smith.
"It actually makes me cry," said Arthur.
"You will be surprised when I take the prize," answered Billy,
taking all this chaff good-naturedly.
"Yes, I think we will be," replied Seymour. "Surprised is no name
for it. We will be actually thunderstruck."
"Oh, you boys are jealous," grinned Billy. "Shall I give you
another sample?"
"Another piece of patchwork, you mean," grinned Harry. "No, please
don't. I have not recovered from the other yet."
"You fellows do not appreciate real genius, and here is the river
right at your feet to inspire you to noble thoughts. Come on, let's
take a spin."
"You have set our brains to spinning already," said Arthur.
"No, one good turn deserves another," quoted Jesse W.
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