And tangled is my heart in it.
The beckoning laughter in her eyes
(With the shy look therein)
Now wins me to her, then denies
The sweet lips and the chin....”
The old lady watched the reading keenly.
When it was finished, she said:
“I found that in his waste-paper basket.”
“Oh, fie! Mrs. Gomme!”
Noll handed her back the sheet of crumpled paper.