Amorous, catlike ... Ah, can it be a cat?
I would so much rather it had been a scarlet harlot,
There is so much more genuine poetry in that....
(Note by the Collator: It was, in fact, Fluffums, the Angora cat belonging to the Jenkinses on the corner; and the disappointment was too much for Mr. Aiken, who fainted away, and had to be taken back to Boston before completing his poem, which he had intended to fill an entire book.)
Mary Carolyn Davies
(Impetuously, with a floppy hat.)
A YOUNG GIRL TO A YOUNG BIRD
When one is young, you know, then one can sing