 I don't want to have to check all your work in addition. Oh, you won't have to, Mr. Foster. But I'm awful happy that Tom's showing signs of sentiments again, just the same. Oh, his poetry's so cute, just as cute as it can be. You want me to read you this poem? No, no, I can't say I do, Amelia. I've got to get as much of this work done as possible before Mary leaves. But you can read it to me some other time. Maybe. I don't know if I will or not.