SETTLING A QUARREL1 didn’t mean to say those harsh words that I said to Jack,But before I knew it they had been said and I couldn't call themback,II saw a tear drop come into his eye, but not a word he said, |He just took his coat and hat and front the house he fled-•He didn’t come home for lunch that day, but called me on the phone,Said, “Hello, Sweetheart/' in a ten* der voice, and told me he could not come.That night when he came home from work I kissed him as I had always done.And tried to forget those harsh, mean words, but 1 soon found it couldn't he done.Now the thing I did was the only thing that I knew would make it square.I told him 1 was sorry, and asked him to forgive, and we settled itright there.—Zeb H. Wolfe,Easley, S. C. “The Plumber Poet