You needn’t look cross as a bear.
Yet still I’ve an ember of pity right here,
I’ll throw you just one kiss like this,
But, sir, you’ll remember, now don’t come so near—
That really I’m too big to kiss.
—George M. Vickers.
Waiting for the Mail.
It is strange I get no letter—
I have written twenty-four—
And the chances now decidedly are slim;