plodeth

Updated: May 9, 2025

Thereupon, rather hesitatingly, Songbird held up his writing-pad and read the following: "The sun sinks low far in the west The farmer plodeth home to rest, The watchdog, watching in the night, Assures him ev'ry thing is right." "Fine!" cried Tom. "Real, dyed-in-the-wool poetry that, Songbird. Give us some more."

Edward Stratemeyer - The Rover Boys in Business : Or, The search for the missing bonds