AFTER HER FIRST PARTY.
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I've made you sad. I'll love the whole world too,
I guess, mamma—when I'm as old as you!
I guess, mamma—when I'm as old as you!
"Why don't you listen, mamma? You must be
Thinking of Adam. Here's a bud he gave
You once in Eden—shut up here, you see,
In this old book!" "That grew upon a grave."
"Oh, I'll not touch it, then. I wish that pearls
Would grow on trees—but not for other girls.
Thinking of Adam. Here's a bud he gave
You once in Eden—shut up here, you see,
In this old book!" "That grew upon a grave."
"Oh, I'll not touch it, then. I wish that pearls
Would grow on trees—but not for other girls.
"Now, mamma, please to hear me to the end.
The handsomest of all the boys last night
Looked like that picture of—your brother's friend.
He hardly spoke to Rose. (Oh, I'm not quite
An angel yet. I shall be, I suppose,
Sometime.) I'm glad he hardly spoke to Rose.
The handsomest of all the boys last night
Looked like that picture of—your brother's friend.
He hardly spoke to Rose. (Oh, I'm not quite
An angel yet. I shall be, I suppose,
Sometime.) I'm glad he hardly spoke to Rose.
"I wonder, mamma, did you ever go
To a first party. And what did you wear?
———How odd you must have looked! But tell me, though,
About your dress. How many girls were there?"
"Fifty, perhaps." "There were some boys, I'd guess?"
"Yes, there was one" "And he was handsome?" "Yes."
To a first party. And what did you wear?
———How odd you must have looked! But tell me, though,
About your dress. How many girls were there?"
"Fifty, perhaps." "There were some boys, I'd guess?"
"Yes, there was one" "And he was handsome?" "Yes."
