She says he's so fast—well, who isn't?—
Dear! where is Marie?—how it rains!—
I don't care; he's real nice and handsome.
And his talk sounds as if he'd some brains.
I do wonder what is the reason,
That good men are all like Joe Price,
So poky, and stiff, and conceited,
And fast ones are always so nice.—
Just see how Joe acted last evening!
He didn't come near me at all,
Because I danced twice with Will Stacy
That night at the Charity ball.
I didn't care two pins to do it;
But Joe said I mustn't,—and so—
I just did—he isn't my master,
Nor sha'n't be, I'd like him to know.
I don't think he looked at me even,
Though just to please him I wore green,—
And I'd saved him three elegant dances,—
I wouldn't have acted so mean.
The way he went on with Nell Hadley;
Dear me! just as if I would care!
I'd like to see those two get married,
They'd make a congenial pair!
I'm getting disgusted with parties;—
I think I shall stop going out;
What's the use of this fussing for people
I don't care the least bit about.
I did think that Joe had some sense once;
But, my, he's just like all the men!
And the way that I've gone on about him,—
Just see if I do it again!
Only wait till the next time I see him,
I'll pay him back; wont I be cool!
I've a good mind to drop him completely—
I'll—yes I will—go back to school.
The bell!—who can that be, I wonder!—
Let's see—I declare! why, it's Joe!—
How long they are keeping him waiting!
Good gracious! why don't the girl go!—