'I'll help you. Couldn't I be just a little inspiration to you?'
'It ain't inspiring work.'
'Henry--write something for me! Write me a poem!
'All right. Not to-day, though. Gotta do this Business Men's Picnic.
Then he said, 'Wait a minute;' went into the kitchen.
'Going over town,' he remarked, offhand, to Mrs Henderson.