At the Mather's—in the hall."

"Oh, you horrid—where were you?

Wasn't he the biggest goose!

Most men must be caught, but he

Ran his own neck in the noose.

I was almost dead to dance,

I'd have done it if I could,

But old Grey said I must stop,

And I promised Ma I would.

So I looked up sweet, and said

That I'd rather talk to him;

Hope he didn't see me laugh,

Luckily the lights were dim.

My, how he did squeeze my hand!

And he looked up in my face

With his lovely big brown eyes—

Really it's a dreadful case.

'Earnest!'—I should think he was!

Why, I thought I'd have to laugh

When he kissed a flower he took,

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