(Rough-weather notes from the New Birthday-Book)
MONDAY
IF you're waking, please don't call me, please don't call me, Currie dear,
For they tell me that to-morrow toward the open we're to steer!
No doubt, for you and those aloft, the maddest merriest way,—
But I always feel best in a bay, Currie,
I always feel best in a bay.
TUESDAY
Take, take, take?
What will I take for tea?