`` They were having such a good time . '' `` Oh , I hate crows , '' said Faith airily . `` The are so black and sly I feel sure they 're hypocrites . They steal little birds ' eggs out of their nests , you know . I saw one do it on our lawn last spring . Walter , what makes you so pale to-day ? Did you have the toothache again last night ? '' Walter shivered . `` Yes -- a raging one . I could n't sleep a wink -- so I just paced up and down the floor and imagined I was an early Christian martyr being tortured at the command of Nero . That helped ever so much for a while -- and then I got so bad I could n't imagine anything . '' `` Did you cry ? '' asked Faith anxiously . `` No -- but I lay down on the floor and groaned , '' admitted Walter . `` Then the girls came in and Nan put cayenne pepper in it -- and that made it worse -- Di made me hold a swallow of cold water in my mouth -- and I could n't stand it , so they called Susan . Susan said it served me right for sitting up in the cold garret yesterday writing poetry trash . But she started up the kitchen fire and got me a hot-water bottle and it stopped the toothache . As soon as I felt better I told Susan my poetry was n't trash and she was n't any judge . And she said no , thank goodness she was not and she did not know anything about poetry except that it was mostly a lot of lies . Now you know , Faith , that is n't so .
That is one reason why I like writing poetry -- you can say so many things in it that are true XXXXX poetry but would n't be true in prose .
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