MOLLIE McGERNEY rubbed a chamois over her freckled face, And smoothed her copper-colored hair. Mollie McGerney's thin lips were pressed closely together, And her hazel eyes glanced from her book to her moving pen. "Two thousand words on Napoleon! How can I write two thousand words? And I have to go to the dry goods store, And the ten-cent store, and hurry home to eat, and dress for that dance!. . . Paul Sherman is a fine fellow." Mollie McGerney's lips smiled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |