Noel's way is poetry.

I suppose great poets get paid ?' The lady laughed--she was awfully jolly--and said she was a sort of poet, too, and the long strips of paper were the proofs of her new book of stories.

Because before a book is made into a real book with pages and a cover, they sometimes print it all on strips of paper, and the writer make marks on it with a pencil to show the printers what idiots they are not to understand what a writer means to have printed.
We told her all about digging for treasure, and what we meant to do.
Then she asked to see Noel's poetry--and he said he didn't like--so she said, 'Look here--if you'll show me yours I'll show you some of mine.' So he agreed.
The jolly lady read Noel's poetry, and she said she liked it very much.
And she thought a great deal of the picture of the Malabar.

And then she said, 'I write serious poetry like yours myself; too, but I have a piece here that I think you will like because it's about a boy.' She gave it to us--and so I can copy it down, and I will, for it shows that some grown-up ladies are not so silly as others.

I like it better than Noel's poetry, though I told him I did not, because he looked as if he was going to cry.