Perhaps you will not send it back,

But place it—if you've no objection—

Under some nick-nack laden rack

Where platters dangle on a tack.

So if you'll take this book from me

And hide it in your cupboards laden

Beside some Dresden filigree

And frivolously fetching maiden—

Who knows?—that Dresden maid may see

My book—and read it through pardie!

R. W. C.

 "Senilis stultitia quae deliratio appellari solet, senum levium est, non omnium." 

"Senilis stultitia quae deliratio appellari

solet, senum levium est, non omnium."

CONTENTS

Concerning Two Gentlemen from Long Island, Destiny, and a Pot of Black Paint

A Chapter Depicting a Rather Garrulous Reunion

Trouble for Two

Wherein a Modest Man Is Bullied and a Literary Man Practices Style

Dreamland

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