Gin the goodwife stint and the bairns hunger the Duke can get his rent one year longer.

The Duke can get his rent and we can get our ticket twa pund emigrant on a C.P.R. packet.

Poetry? It's a hobby. I run model trains. Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons. It's not work. You dont sweat. Nobody pays for it. You could advertise soap.

Who says it's poetry, anyhow? My ten year old can do it and rhyme. Mr Hines says so, and he's a schoolteacher, he ought to know. Go and find work.