Robin Hood's Barn 



scattered details all together, I am bewildered. 

 It seems that I have done a sketch. 



"That's nice," he says, as he returns it to me. 

 "It's a pity really that you do not draw." 



I reach my handiwork before me until it bal- 

 ances against my upturned toes. Then I smile 

 broadly at him. 



"It's a pity," I reply, "that you don't write." 



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