Ladies.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 28, 7 October 1893, Page 10

Ladies.

ENTERTAINING- HER BIG SISTER’S BEAUX. ’* Mj sister’ll l-,c down in a minute, and says you’re to wait if you please ; And says I might stay till she came,-if I’d promise never to tease, If or speak till you spoke to me first. But that’s nonsense, for how would I know "What she told me to say, if I dicl’nt ? Don’t you really and truly think so? 11 And then you’d feel strange hero alone! and you wouldn’t know just -where to sit; Eor that chair isn’t strong on its legs, and ‘we’ never use it a bit. "We keep it to match with the sofa. But Jack says it would just be like you To flop yourself right down upon it and knock out the very last screw. “ you try? I won’t tell. You’re afraid to! Oh! you’re afraid they would think it was mean ! Well, then, there’s the album—that’s pretty, if your fingers are clean, Eor my sister says sometimes I daub it; but she only says that when she’s cross. There’s her picture. You know it? It’s like her; but she ain’t as good looking, of course. “ This is me. It’s the best of ’em all. kow tell me, you’d never have thought That once I was as little as that ? It’s the only one that coidd be bought— Bor that was the message to pa from the photograph man where I sat— That he wouldn’t print off any more till he first got his money for that. “ What ? Maybe you’re tired of waiting Why, often she’s longer than this; There’s all her back hair to do up, and all her front curls to friz; But it’s nice to be sitting here talking like grown people, just you and me— Do you think you’ll bo coming here often ? Oh, do! But don’t come like Tom Lee. ** Tom Lee ? Her last beau. Why, my goodness! he used to be here day and night, Till the folks thought he’d soon be her husband ; and Jack says that gave him a fright. You won’t run away, then as he did ? for you’re not a rich man, they say; Pa says you’re as poor as a church mouse. How, arc you? And how poor are they P ‘‘Ain’t you glad that you met me? Well, I am, for I know that your hair isn’t red. But what there is left of it’s mousy, and not what that naughty Jack said. But there! I must go. Sister’s coming. But I wish I could just wait to see If she ran up to you and kissed you in the way that she used to kiss Lee. Beet Haste.