"I'm so good that I'll do what you want me to do--for I feel there's something else you want me to do." "I'm in a scrape and I've been in it all summer. You see"--Emily was very sober--"I am a poetess." "Holy Mike! That is serious. I don't know if I can do much for you. How long have you been that way?" "Are you making fun of me?" asked Emily gravely. Father Cassidy swallowed something besides plum cake. "The saints forbid! It's only that I'm rather overcome. To be after entertaining a lady av New Moon--and an elf--and a poetess all in one is a bit too much for a humble praste like meself. Have another slice av cake and tell me all about it."