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By the way, remarked Mr. Carleton at dinner that evening,
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I forgot to ask about the Club--how did the poems turn out?
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They were all very silly, she said, indifferently.
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I told Lulu it was nonsense having all the girls write poems.
human
Whose poem was the best?
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They made me president of the Club, said Elsie, her eyes bent on her plate;
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I was sure it would, murmured Mrs. Carleton, with an adoring glance at her clever daughter.
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Why didn't you tell us about it before, darling--you knew how interested we would be?
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Let me see the poem, said Mr. Carleton, good-naturedly;
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I should like to judge its merits for myself.
human
I can't; I've torn it up.
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My darling child, how very foolish! remonstrated Mrs. Carleton.
human
You know your father and I always want to see everything you write. Why in the world did you tear it up?
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Oh, it wasn't any good, said Elsie, with an uneasy glance at Marjorie;
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I don't believe it was, though, Mrs. Carleton maintained with conviction.
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Wasn't Elsie's poem much the best, Marjorie?