"Molly Meade, well, I declare!
Who'd have thought of seeing you,
After what occurred last night,
Out here on the Avenue!
Oh, you awful! awful girl!
There, don't blush, I saw it all."
"Saw all what?" "Ahem! last night--
At the Mather's--in the hall."
"Oh, you horrid--where were you?
Wasn't he the biggest goose!
Most men must be caught, but he
Ran his own neck in the noose.
I was almost dead to dance,
I'd have done it if I could,
But old Grey said I must stop,
And I promised Ma I would.
So I looked up sweet, and said
That I'd rather talk to him;
Hope he didn't see me laugh,
Luckily the lights were dim.
My, how he _did_ squeeze my hand!
And he looked up in my face
With his lovely big brown eyes--
Really it's a dreadful case.
'Earnest!'--I should think he was!
Why, I thought I'd have to laugh
When he kissed a flower he took,
Looking, oh! like such a calf.
I suppose he's got it now,
In a wine-glass on his shelves;
It's a mystery to me
Why men _will_ deceive themselves.
'Saw him kiss me!'--Oh, you wretch;
Well, he begged so hard for one--
And I thought there'd no one know--
So I--let him, just for fun.
I know it really wasn't right
To trifle with his feelings, dear,
But men _are_ such stuck-up things;
He'll recover--never fear."