"Say, your people are poets, aren't they ?" "Why, I think they are," said Marjorie, "but Father says they're not." "I'd like a copy of that poem," said Hester, looking very serious.
"All right," said King, catching the witch's glance.

"I'll make you a nice typewritten copy of it to-morrow." "And now, my royal Sand Piper, is there any more poetic lore for us to listen to ?" "Aye, my liege Queen, there is one more poem.

This is a real poem also, but it is of the humorous variety.

It was composed by the mother of our royal Sand Witch, and was freely contributed to our paper by that estimable lady.

Methinks she mistook our club for a debating club, and yet, perhaps not.