"Alone I walked, I walked alone.
I sat upon a mossy stone.
I heard a bird up in the sky.
He sang so sweet and so did I.
There, what d'you think of that?"
"It's not your own!"
"Emmes adonoi!"
Harry looked up with warm commendation in his eyes.
"You know," he said, "it's like this feller!"
"Who's that?"
"Oh, this feller's called Tennyson!" he said, turning the leaves.
Philip drew a chair close and together they examined the faded penny reprint.
"Gosh!" exclaimed Philip excitedly. "Isn't that spiff!"