"Well, I will try," said Pen.
"And I'll go out to dinner," said Warrington, and left Mr. Pen in a brown study.
When Warrington came home that night, at a very late hour, the verses were done. "There they are," said Pen. "I've screwed 'em out at last. I think they'll do."
"I think they will," said Warrington, after reading them; they ran as follows:—
The Church Porch.
Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot