"Yes, I am," said the new one. "Aren't you?"
"No, I'm from a woman," said the second. "I'll admit your beginning's rather good. But, how do you end?"
"I end with 'A million kisses,'" said the new one.
"Ah, I've got you there!" said the second. "I end with 'For ever and ever yours.'"
"That's not bad," said the first, "but my ending is pretty good in its way. I end like this: 'To-morrow will be Heaven once more, for then we meet again.'"
"Oh, do stop all this love talk," said the gruff voice again, "and be sensible like me. I'm a letter to an Editor putting everything right and showing up all the iniquities and ineptitudes of the Government. I shall make a stir, I can tell you. I'm It, I am. I'm signed 'Pro Bono Publico.'"
"That's funny!" said another letter. "I'm signed that too, but I stick up for the Government."
But at this moment the listener was conscious of a hand on his arm and a lantern in his face.
"Here," said the authoritative tones of a policeman, "I think you've been leaning against this pillar-box long enough. If you can't walk I'll help you home."
Thus does metallic prose invade the delicate poetical realm of supernature.