I thought of a piece about a fly this morning that knew condensed milk was sticky.' 'But we want the money _now_,' said Dicky, 'and you can go on writing just the same.

It will come in some time or other.' 'There's poetry in newspapers,' said Alice.

'Down, Pincher! you'll never be a clever dog, so it's no good trying.' 'Do they pay for it ?' Dicky thought of that; he often thinks of things that are really important, even if they are a little dull.
'I don't know.

But I shouldn't think any one would let them print their poetry without.

I wouldn't I know.' That was Dora; but Noel said he wouldn't mind if he didn't get paid, so long as he saw his poetry printed and his name at the end.
'We might try, anyway,' said Oswald.