Andy was rather surprised, for he knew that the Century held high rank among contemporary magazines. It did not occur to him that any one might send an article to that magazine, but that to have it accepted and published would be a different matter.
"I suppose you enjoy writing?"
"Yes; there is nothing I like so well."
"Perhaps you will show me some of your articles."
"I can show you a poem which appeared last week in the village paper at home."
"Thank you, I should like to see it."
Mr. Warren went up to his room, and speedily returned with a small weekly paper.
On the front page, at the head of the first column, was a short poem by G. Byron Warren. This was the first stanza, which Mr. Warren volunteered to read aloud:
"'I'd like to be a robin,
And flit from bough to bough;
I'd pour sweet music on the air
If God would teach me how.'"
"I don't quite like that last line," he said looking up from the paper. "Can you suggest any improvement?"