“Don’t fuss, Will,” Jem said. “Everyone’s been fussing over me and I can’t abide it; I wanted you because—because you wouldn’t. You make me laugh.” Will threw his arms up. “Oh, all right,” he said. “How’s this? “Forsooth, I no longer toil in vain, To prove that demon pox warps the brain. So though ’tis pity, it’s not in vain That the pox-ridden worm was slain: For to believe in me, you all must deign.” Jem burst out laughing. “Well, that was awful.” “It was impromptu!”
