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Then they seem so unsteady, and waver about When the cars with a jerk let a passenger out. There's one getting in!&mdash;I won't look up at all, But stare out of doors: she looks very small

Standing up in the crowd among those great men. Her back is this way&mdash;I'll look once again. 'Tis a very nice back, and above and upon it, With a curl peeping out, is a black velvet bonnet.

"Dear me! this is bad, then!"&mdash;Up goes the hand&mdash; Not bigger than Rosie's&mdash;she hardly can stand. I don't feel quite so tired; I said I'd sit still In spite of temptations to come; and I will.

Well, I'm glad it ain't Rosie&mdash;she's not very strong; A wee little woman, she couldn't stand long. But stop! let me think; what if this one should be To some other man what Rose is to me?

And how would I feel if some lazy boor Should allow her to stand in the draft of the door? I'm not tired a bit; I am fresh as can be&mdash; "Here, madam, a seat."; "Oh, Fred!" "Rosalie!"





ALMER than midnight's deepest hush Is the sun-bright summer nooning, With its cloudy shadows seeking rest, That fall on the hill-side swooning. 