Capitolo 2
"It is; and this is the only copy; please doesn't lose him/it."
"Then I think that you immediately should take back him/it. Allow me not to implore of you
to risk him/it--" But she had gone; and I turned me to my pergola and I took a seat me
light the poem of Sylvia that I founded to be written to "You Potato,"
and to race as it follows:
"That that on this wide earth
That is done or ago from nature grows
It is simple even more more beautiful
What the useful Potato?
"What they are able this world full of people,
Rich and poor man, tall and low,
It was not it for this small-thought-of
But very necessary Potato?
"True, 'the simple tis to look on,
Nothing also enough in his/her hit,
But it will bear knowledge,
This useful Potato.
"For when you/he/she is cooked and it opened
It is so white and it mellows,
You never forgetful it was simple,
This useful Potato.
"On the whole one it is a very simple plant,
It doesn't make evident show,
But the inside aspect is beautiful
Of the Potato without ostentation.
"On the earth or on the sea,
Everywhere we can go,
We am happy to always welcome cordially
I play her Potato."[*]
[*] Miss older Cobb was wrong in to think this poem Sylvia. It
it was on existing to the duration the signature of another writer which
profession of writer is not known to have been questioned. Miss Sylvia perhaps
copies out it some admiration, or as a model for his really use.
J.L.A.
In the afternoon I was cutting poles to the wood-pole for mine
butterbeans, and a bright idea struck me. During my appointment to
Georgian I cannot always be casting in and out of the forehead of Mrs. Cobb
hands as a swallow through a barn. Neither I can freely speak
Georgian--with her above to the window and me to earth--when me
desires to breathe in his/her ear the things that I have to send forth or I have to die.
Besides, the sewing-girl that Georgian you/he/she has hocked it is almost always
there. Then as me I was in the action to repair a slender and long baton,