She believed me, every word—

Said I 'mustn't talk so'—Jove!

Such a voice you never heard.

Gave me some symbolic flower,—

'Had a meaning, oh, so sweet,'—

Don't know where it is, I'm sure;

Must have dropped it in the street.

How I spooned!—And she—ha! ha!—

Well, I know it wasn't right—

But she pitied me so much

That I—kissed her—pass a light."

 part two.

part two.

"Molly Meade, well, I declare!

Who'd have thought of seeing you,

After what occurred last night,

Out here on the Avenue!

Oh, you awful! awful girl!

There, don't blush, I saw it all."

"Saw all what?" "Ahem! last night—

 Prev. P 15/102 next