"Ink in shoes, indeed! Tom, you don't know real poetry when you see it!" "That's a fact, I don't.

But, say, what's on the carpet, as the iceman said to the thrush ?" "Nothing.

I thought I'd write a few verses, that's all.

Thought you were going to town with Sam and Dick ?" "Can't." And once again Tom had to tell his story.

He had not yet finished when Songbird gave an exclamation.
"It fits in!" he cried.
"Fits in?
What ?" asked Tom.
"What I heard a while ago." "What did you hear ?" "Heard Flockley, Koswell and Larkspur talking together.