They didn't jibe, so to speak.
What Mrs.Bowers wanted--and what, po'try or no po'try, I've bin tryin' to give her--was Rest! She's bin havin' it comfor'bly up at my ranch at Mendocino, with her children and me.

Yes, sir"-- his eye wandered accidentally to the new-made grave--"you'll excuse my sayin' it to a man in your profession, but it's what most folks will find is a heap better than readin' or writin' or actin' po'try--and that's Rest!" THE CHATELAINE OF BURNT RIDGE.