TO MY SEVEREST CRITIC,
AGED SEVEN
COPYRIGHT 1908
BY MARION COOK
| I. | [The Child] |
| II. | [The Dream] |
| III. | [The Gift] |
The Child
This, little Dear-My-Love, is the story of a Child whom I am sure you would have loved. For people did love her very much, she was so quaint and dear.
She was a remarkably bright Child and the beauty of her being bright was that she did not know it. She did bright things and said bright things and it never entered her mind to marvel at her own cleverness. However, I doubt if she would have thought of what I am going to tell you, had it not been for the Storyist.
It was somewhat absurd, the whole thing; yet it was an experience one would not soon forget.