A loaf of cake for tea.
And the day was hot, and her aching head
Throbbed wearily as she said.
“If maidens but knew what good wives know,
They would not be in haste to wed!”
“Jennie, what do you think I told Ben Brown?”
Called the farmer from the well;
And a flush crept up to his bronzed brow,
And his eyes half-blushingly fell:
“It was this,” he said, and coming near