This book was a written about short type story include a poet and poet. This is what I have to say: One must have a little pinch of seasoning in this dull, heavy life of ours ;one should never look to have all the troubles, the labors, and the cares, with never a whit of innocent jollity and mirth. Yes; one must smile now and then, if for nothing else than to lift the corners of the lips in laughter that are only too often dragged down in sorrow. It is for this that I sit here now, telling you all manner of odd quips and jests until yon sober, wise man shakes his head and goes his way, thinking that I am even more of a shallow-witted knave than I really am. But, Prut! Who cares for that? I am sure that I do not if you do not. Yet listen! One must not look to have nothing but pepper and salt in this life of ours no, indeed at that rate we would be worse off than we are now. I only mean that it is a good and pleasant thing to have something to lend the more solid part a little savor now and then! So, here I’ll sit; and, perhaps, when you have been good children, and have learned your lessons or done your work, your mother will let you come and play a little while with me.
