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Updated: June 27, 2025
Mar got a hundred dollars for that pome, from that editor feller and his pardner. I reckon that's the rig'lar price, eh?" he added, with a sudden suspicious caution. "I reckon so," replied Mr. Bowers, blankly. "But look here, Bob! Do you mean to say it was your mother your MOTHER, Bob, who wrote that poem? Are you sure?" "D'ye think I'm lyin'?" said Bob, scornfully. "Don't I know?
Ken lifted the crisp new sheet of music and stared at it, and then read aloud the words on the cover. "Fairy Music," it said and his name was there, and the Maestro's, and "net price, 60c" "like a real one," indeed. And within were flights of printed notes, and the words of the "Toad Pome" in cold black and white. And above them, in small italics, "Dedicated to Kirkleigh Sturgis."
'Whiniver I fight, he says, 'I always have a pome, he says. 'Glory be, says I, 'there's Scanlan's chanst to give it to him, I says. But Scanlan was as slow as a dhray; an', before he cud get action, Hogan was at him, l'adin' with th' pome an' counthrin' with the soord. 'I'll call this pome, he says, 'a pome about a gazabo I wanst had a dool with in Finucane's hall, he says.
"Then the permission is granted?" Quite naturally, Ken granted it, with what he thought ill-worded thanks, and the Sturgises walked home across the meadow without knowing on what they trod. "A real author!" Felicia said. "I told you that wasn't a pome, when I first heard it."
Such an one I thought to find in thee; and if I thought right, then truly I call thee true husband and King, but if not, then I count myself to have suffered loss, seeing that thou art not a coward only, but also bloodguilty. Be up and doing, therefore. Thou hast not, as had thy father, to pome from Corinth, or even from Tarquinii, to win for himself a kingdom among strangers.
We both laughed, begged each other's pardon, and felt all good and comfortable again. I made a 'pome' yesterday, when I was helping Hannah wash, and as Father likes my silly little things, I put it in to amuse him. Give him my lovingest hug that ever was, and kiss yourself a dozen times for your...
"It's a pome on a card what father had, stuck ag'in' the wall." She began to recite, her eyes fixed upon him with childlike gravity. "'He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.... Yea, though I walk through the valley of shadows, thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."
"That is not to be wondered at," replied Mary. "No," said Joseph; "it is not to be wondered at; for it's clear to me the old gentleman plied a good bow. I can see that plain enough." "Tell us how you see it," said Mary, more interested than she would have liked to show. "Easily," he answered. "There was one poem" he pronounced it pome "you read just now "
"No, but we were all dreadfully sceared and covered with mud. I sat down by the en-gine till I got dry, and then I wrote my pome. I will repeat what I can to you, and what I can't I will write right off when I gets hum. Hold on hold on " he continued, beating his forehead with the back of his hand, as if to awaken the powers of memory "I have it now I have it now, 'tis tre-men-dous "
"A book!" echoed Mrs. Campbell, a slight frown gathering on the usually placid forehead. "Yes, it was a pome of some kind that she was trying to learn. She wants to be a neducated Swede. She got through High School, but she wants to know more'n that, so's she can be a teacher some day. That's how she comes to be cooking for other people. She is a good cook and can make pretty good money that way.
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