(_A Modern Glove Romance._)
THAT pair of gloves you wore when first we met
Were what you called, I think, a "pair of loves."
You won them from your cousin on a bet--
That pair of gloves.
Now as to colour, this or that shade proves
A shade expensive, runs you into debt.
Tan's universal, while a tint of dove's
Particularly nice for evening. Yet
Black with white stitching most my fancy moves,
And such were yours. I never can forget
That pair of gloves.
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[Illustration: TOO COSTLY.
_The Vicar._ "DEAR, DEAR, MRS. PRICKLES, I REGRET TO HEAR THAT MRS.
BROWN HAS TREATED YOU SO SHAMEFULLY. I SHOULD COUNSEL YOU TO HEAP
COALS OF FIRE ON HER HEAD----"
_Mrs. P._ "AH, SIR--THAT'S WOT I _WOULD_ DO, AS SOON AS LOOK AT 'ER:
BUT I CAN'T AFFORD IT AT ONE-AN'-NINEPENCE A 'UNDERDWEIGHT!"]
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