I guess we'll have to let the Muse have that for an advertisement instead of a poem the next time, March.

Well, the old gentleman given you boys your scolding ?" The person of Fulkerson had got into the room long before he reached this question, and had planted itself astride a chair.

Fulkerson looked over the chairback, now at March, and now at the elder Dryfoos as he spoke.
March answered him.

"I guess we must have been waiting for you, Fulkerson.

At any rate, we hadn't got to the scolding yet." "Why, I didn't suppose Mr.Dryfoos could 'a' held in so long.