"Oh! star of even
My heart is riven,
Come thou down and shine
In these eyes of mine;
'Twill draw him back."
Ursula, forgetting editorial dignity, completed the couplet, amid giggles and laughter:
"And his cheek I'll smack."
The discomfited poetess folded up her effusion. The next line was:
"On dreamy track,"
and it was only the first verse.
"'Twill draw him back,
On dreamy track."
she repeated in an injured voice.
"Never mind on what track—we must shunt him," said Ursula with decision. "Any more MSS.?" she inquired, scanning the assembled contributors.
There came a rustle of many pages.