"I think it's pretty good.
"I love the people named _Maynard_, I like to play in their back yard.
We have a jolly Sand Court, Which makes the time fly very short.
Except going in the ocean bathing, There's nothing I like so much for a plaything." "That's very nice, Tom," said Marjorie, forgetting her role.
"No, it isn't.

It seems as if it ought to be right, and then somehow it isn't.

Bathing and plaything are 'most alike, and yet they sound awful different." "That's so.

Well, anyway, it's plenty good enough, and it's all true, Tom." "Yes, it's all true." "Then it must be right, 'cause there's a quotation or something that says truth is beauty.

We wouldn't want all our poems to be just alike, you know." "No, I s'pose not," and Tom felt greatly encouraged by Marjorie's kind criticism.
"Next," said King, "is our Puzzle Department.