“That’s gay,” said Millicent, “and it’s specially funny for Jessie, who really is farther removed from scullery-maidism than any of the rest of us.”
“I don’t care,” said Jessie. “I’ll sing anything you want me to, if I don’t have to write it.”
“I’ll write Nan’s solo,” volunteered Hester. “It’s more fun to write each other’s than our own. This is to the tune of the Burglar Song in ‘The Pirates.’ ”
POET’S SONG
When the interesting Poet’s not composing,
Or rolling round her fine poetic eye,
Oh, she loves to leave her tragic muse a-dozing,
And spend her time in making cake and pie.
But the other girls her aspirations smother,
And will not let her have a bit of fun;