And them a going round a tattling
As though it all were true! It isn’t fair;
But let them talk, I’m sure I do not care.
Why, as I passed the store I looked away
And never even thought of Alfred Gray.
Now let me see. ’Tis about a month or so
Since Alfred called—’tis just a month ago.
I didn’t say a word to him that night
Of what I’d heard, but acted gay and light,
And wasn’t jealous, either—not a bit,