Said Letha, “I hate to pretend that I cry.”
But she tripped to the floor with a little shy glance,
And began with bold Roland to sing and to dance.
THE LOVERS’ QUARREL
(By Roland Rare and Letha Lane.)
Roland—
Letha Lane, why! Letha Lane,
Now I beg you to explain
Why so many things you say
In that tantalizing way;