Said it took months and months.

And Edith's a smart girl; she's got more energy in her little finger than you ever give me a chance to see in your whole body, Bibbs.

Now look at the facts: say she could turn out four or five poems a year and you could turn out maybe two.

That medal she got was worth about fifteen dollars, so there's your income--thirty dollars a year! That's a fine success to make of your life! I'm not sayin' a word against poetry.

I wouldn't take ten thousand dollars right now for that poem of Edith's; and poetry's all right enough in its place--but you leave it to the girls.