With his Roman nose held high and haughty.
“But stay! There’s a flaw in this tale,—
A coin of that date is peculiar!
I don’t think you’ll see ’em
In any museum,
I just told about it to fool yer!”
“Why, Milly,” cried Patty in delight, “I think that’s fine! I’d no idea you were such a poet.”
“That isn’t poetry,” said Milly; “it’s just jingle.”
“And mighty good jingle,” said Nan. “But why was the coin peculiar? Didn’t they have coins in 40 B.C.?”