“‘Keys,’” murmured Fudge Shaw dreamily, “‘please’――‘knees’――‘breeze’――I’ve used that――‘pease’――‘sneeze’――Oh, piffle!” His inspired gaze returned to the tablet before him and he read aloud the lines inscribed thereon: “O Beauteous Spring, thou art, I ween, The best of all the Seasons, Because you clothe the Earth with green And for numerous other reasons.…
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