Harry's my chum, if you care to know;
Ethel's a sister of mine, quite pretty, -
They tell me this, I've never thought so.
Why, to me she is n't half as attractive
As Cousin Maud, just over the way.
Harry laughs at me, - provoking fellow, -
He 'll be the same till his dying day.
"Reading, Ethel? Your book must be charming,
I see you are holding it upside down."
I noticed her blushes, she did not answer,
But tried to fashion the mite of a frown.
"Fishing Harry? You seem to be showing
About as much life as you do at your Grote,
For the book that ought to be there in the water
Is fastened just now to the sleeve of your coat.
"Well, good by, friends; I see I'm not wanted
Where people are reading and fishing like this."
But just as I turned I heard something that sounded
Very much - shall I say it? - ah yes, - like a kiss
And - Harry won't see this - his arm was around her,
She saucily holding up to me her hand,
And saying, while on it a cunning gem sparkled,
"How stupid of you not to understand!"