Capitolo 62
published it would be a different matter.
"Do I suppose that you enjoy to write?"
"Yes; there is no anything that I like so well."
"You will perhaps show me some of Your articles."
"I can show her/it a poem to which it appeared last week in the paper of village
house."
"Thanks, I should like to see him/it."
The Mr. Warren climbed to his/her room, and he quickly returned with a small
weekly paper.
On the anterior page, to the head of the first column a short poem was from
G. Warren of Byron. This was the first room that voluntarily gave the Mr. Warren
light to tall voice:
"'I would appreciate to be a robin,
And it flutters from branch to branch;
I would pour sweet music on the air
If God taught me as.'"
"I don't like completely that the last line", he said bewaring above of the paper.
"Can you/he/she suggest some improvement?"
"It is probable that you say, 'And it enchants the melancholy cow, it " suggested Andy,
harmfully.
"True, it is probable that that is an impressive figure. I will consider when I revise
the poem for publication in form of book."
The rest of the poem was of similar quality.
"I don't think that theirs would accept that for the _Century_", thought Andy.
"Does you devote to literary work, or it is in the business?" him
asked.
"I can go to business, but currently I only write. I send a letter
once for month to the Greenville _Banner_."
"Do I suppose that them pagan?"
"Oh--the ah, yes", he/she answered to the poet, in a halfhearted voice "but the terms
it is tightly confidential. If you ever choose on some accidents in Your
daily walks, the Mr. Grant I will be happy if you will communicate them to
me, that I can plot them in my correspondence."
"With pleasure."
Then it happened to Andy to say his/her neighbor on the road
adventurer that he had satisfied three times that morning.
"Capital!" Exclaimed Warren. "I will find that in my next letter. ME
sees, the Mr. Grant, you have an eye that observes. You would make a good person
reporter for one of the urban dailies."