Whenever I think of
Kildea’s flower farm.
[121]
]HIS LETTER FROM W.A.
Dear Kitty, I’ve just read the letter you sent—
It was brought by the man from the store;
And I’m writin’ straight back, as I lay in my tent,
Sprawlin’ out at full length on the floor.
But the pen ’ll scarce write for the thinkin’ of you—
Oh, I’m sorry that ever I went!
And I have to knock off every minute or two,