Theodosia Garrison

(Who began cheerfully, but reduced her audience to tears, which she surveyed with complacence, by the third line.)

A BALLAD OF THE BIRD DANCE OF PIERRETTE

Pierrette's mother speaks:

"Sure is it Pierrette yez are, Pierrette and no other?

(Och, Pierrette, me heart is broke that ye shud be that same—)

Pertendin' to be Frinch, an' me yer poor ould Irish mother

That named ye Bridget fer yer aunt, a dacent Dublin name!

Ye that was a pious girrl, decked out in ruffled collars,

With yer hair that docked an' frizzed—if Father Pat shud see!