“ Hard Lines.”
"It really is preposterous,” In anguish squeaked the Slate, "To write upon my open face That three and three makes eight.” “It isn't me.” the Pencil cried (Its grammar was not strong), "The fingers make me write it down Although I know it’s wrong.” "Oh, fiddlestick,” the Slate replied, Its anger rising still.
"In a free country, surely you Can exercise your will.” The Pencil could not answer that. So changed the theme in haste. "Don’t speak so loud,” it sharply said. "It’s not at all good taste.” "Don’t scratch so then,” the Slate replied: The Pencil said no more. But ealtnly wrote another fib. Viz., six from six leaves four. -E. -M. W.. in December Little Folks."
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXV, Issue XXVI, 29 December 1900, Page 1237
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120“ Hard Lines.” New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXV, Issue XXVI, 29 December 1900, Page 1237
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