In the O. K. K. B. W. P’s.
’Tis just a page from the dear conceit
That makes the volume of school life sweet;
—A bit of a jest from the callow days
When we bashfully trudged the self-same ways
As the girls from the evening meeting took,
And we carried their capes and the singing-book.
—Sauntered along the dim old lanes
With chirrup and chatter and gay refrains,
Shouting “Good-nights” as here and there,