SETTLING A QUARREL11 didn't mean to say those harshI words that I said to Jack,But before I knew it they had been said and I couldn’t call themJ back,fI saw a tear drop come into his eye, but not a word he said,He just took his coat and hat and from 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 1 had always done,And tried to forget those harsh, mean words, but 1 soon found it couldn't be done.Now the thing I did was the only thing that I knew would make it square,! told him I was sorry, and asked him to forgive, and we settled it right there.—Zeb H. Wolfe,Easley, S, C. “The Plumber Poet