Herford, Oliver, 1863-1935 · New York, The Century Co. · leaf 53
FROM MISS BLANCHE GOOSETO MR. FOX. The Farmyard, Friday afternoon. Dear Mr. Fox, it seems so soon, You almost take my l)reath away! To-morrow? Three? — what shall I say? Nothing could charm me more —but, no — Alas! I fear 1 cannot go. Dont think that I irseut^1 pray, Your hastiness of yester-day. 38 … It is not that. But if I Avent,Without my dear Mamas consent,And she should somehow chance to hear,She would be dreadfully severe;And so, oh, dear! it is no use! Beheve me, Sadly yours, Blanche Goose. P. S.— On second tlioughts, dear Fox,I li meet you by the hollyhocks.For if Mama but knew how…
Children's poetry, American
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