He is always willing to give other people's ideas a fair trial.
So we copied out 'The Wreck of the Malabar' and the other six poems on drawing-paper--Dora did it, she writes best--and Oswald drew a picture of the Malabar going down with all hands.

It was a full-rigged schooner, and all the ropes and sails were correct; because my cousin is in the Navy, and he showed me.
We thought a long time whether we'd write a letter and send it by post with the poetry--and Dora thought it would be best.

But Noel said he couldn't bear not to know at once if the paper would print the poetry, So we decided to take it.
I went with Noel, because I am the eldest, and he is not old enough to go to London by himself.

Dicky said poetry was rot--and he was glad he hadn't got to make a fool of himself.

That was because there was not enough money for him to go with us.