Corydon

Finally it seemed to Corydon that she was getting nearer—nearer to something, she knew not what.

So he plunged into work on a pot-boiler, and wrote Corydon to be of cheer, that the dawn was breaking.

At this point there came a call from the distance, and Corydon started.

But even if you could, Corydon, I couldn't afford to get you one now.