A LOCAL POET 



Thus it began, speaking in the name of the Primrose, to 

 enter, rapidly and boldly into the sweep's personality : 



" To-day I passed by the way, 

 So I stayed and picked you a few, 

 To show I do not forget 

 The chat I had with you." 



Here the muse got a little tired/ but it ended up with 

 unimpaired cheerfulness : 



" I hope you are hale and well 

 And now I must say Addue, 



Yours respectfully, 



STAR/' 



Over the page there was a charming P.S. : 



" Perhaps you have younger fingers 

 The flowers to unfold, 

 Mine are rather clumsy 

 Being big and old. 



Pleasant Hours, 

 Live long/' 



It is the kind of little incident that seems to happen at 

 Villino Loki, where animals and human beings are queer 

 and unexpected, and live together in simplicity and cheer- 

 fulness. 



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