"Indeed, I trust that your nephew is in less pain," said the poetess.

"Don't pay any attention to him, Mr. Thane," said the poetess of Windomville.

"Let her come here," said the poetess, with her grandest smile.

"The old stones are rotten too," said the poetess; "but their dust tells no lies."

"Well, this is the greatest piece of news we've had in ages," said the poetess.

"I wonder if reading or recitation might not soothe your nephew?" said the poetess, now.