It added still to my perplexity
If I should then attempt to tell the way
It all had come about to Alfred Gray.
I felt so ’shamed in writing Alfred, then
And he’s so stubborn, too, like most the men,
He hasn’t written me a line as yet.
I maybe do sometimes a little fret,
And maybe, though it does seem very bold,
(You must not tell, or else I’ll know who told)
I may have passed the store six times to-day