Was a filled pipe bowl, comforting his palm.
He must ask Berrien, he said at noon,
If a lame dwarf had come to mend the cook stove.
He must ask Berrien, who wouldn’t listen,
How a man’s pipe could vanish from its shelf.
For so it had, into his very pocket.
“Berrien!” he called. But she was busy
With her own bother.
“Daniel, a woman’s here—
Wants to stay and board all summer—wants