"I can feel it humming in my head." "Oh, I didn't know that you could write poetry," exclaimed Lloyd.

"Try it now, and see what you can do.

You write the poem, and Joyce will illustrate it." "I have to be by myself when I write, and I never know how long it will take.

It is like making butter.

Sometimes it will come in a few minutes, and sometimes I have to churn away for hours." "Begin, anyhow!" insisted the girls, and in a few minutes Betty slipped away to her room.