So cease your calling on me, Alfred Gray.”
Next morn I sent the letter off to town,
And Cousin Kate, she heard how I’d gone down
And how I’d begged the postal clerk in vain
For him to give the letter back again;
Of course, it was a silly thing in me,
But then it really looked like jealousy,
And worried me to think of it that way—
Not that I cared at all for Alfred Gray.
And when my Cousin Kate came round to call,