HE. "I WILL write little Ethel some verses, The love that I bear her to tell; I've no money for tokens more costly, I'm sure these will do quite as well. "How pleased she will be when she gets them! What a sweet little note I'll receive In acknowledgment of the verses I sent her St. Valentine's eve." SHE. "What a miserable jumble of phrases! What chaotic verse do I see! I wonder what could have possessed him To send these effusions to me! "Never mind, though, I'm sure they'll be useful, And I think I know just about where." So she took them, and twisted, and placed them In the newly made curls of her hair. |