"Oh, marvelous!" Polly exclaimed. "What rhymes with store—paw, law, door, war, more— More, that's it."
"Each year she gives of—her—her— We can't use bounty again. Give me a word somebody."
"Riches," Betty suggested.
| "Of her riches the more. |
"Oh, that's perfect!"
Angela didn't exactly agree, but she didn't say so. Instead she gave them the verse she had just composed.
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"Each daughter has shared In the wealth of her days, United we join now In singing her praise." |
"Jemima, one of us has a brilliant mind!" Betty exclaimed. "That's too good to forget. Wait till I find a pencil."
There was one in the pocket of her sailor suit and she wrote the words down on the back of a sheet of music.