hinge.
So, still perverse, they argued on—the quarrel,
you see, was their very first;
’Twas as though they had taken a sip of brine;
the more they quaffed, the worse their
thirst.
They argued early and argued late and the dog
surveyed them with wistful look
For, the more they talked the worse they
balked, and forgot to fish or eat or cook.