I believe it was more snow, and I know it was wretched.

I wish I could produce a copy of that early effusion; it would prove that my judgment is not severe.

Wretched it was,--worse, a great deal, than reams of poetry that is written by children about whom there is no fuss made.

But Miss Dillingham was not discouraged.

She saw that I had no idea of metre, so she proceeded to teach me.