"It's—it's only poetry, fäather."
"Read me some of it."
"It's only Albert's."
"That's why I want to hear wot it's about. You read it."
Tilly began to read in a faltering voice:
"If you'd know what the Colonel is, pray travel over
The Sluice at Scott's Float—and then drive on to Dover—
You'll find yourself quickly brought up by a Gate...."
Reuben struck his fist on the table, and she dropped the paper with a little cry.
"It's true, then! Oh Lard! it's true!"