````O yes, it was lovely down there at
`````Cape May,
````And I s'posed I should never be
`````tired of play;
````And Auntie was sweet as an auntie
`````could be;
````But some one was homesick, you
`````s'pose it was me?
````Such elegant ladies and beautiful
`````girls
````All asking for kisses and praising
`````my curls;
````But no precious papa to hug me, and say,
````"Has dear little Kitty been good all the day!"
``And mamma, dear, when they turned out the light,
``And no blessed mamma to kiss me good-night,
````Cuddled down in the pillow, with no one to see,
````Was a little girl crying you guess it was me?=
--EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.