With every breath of sweet perfume,
Whisper my greetings in her ear.
But, Roses, stay—there is one thing
You must not mention (don’t forget,
For it might be embarrassing),
And that is, you’re not paid for yet!
E. B. Reed.
A MERRY BLUE-EYED LADDIE
A MERRY blue-eyed laddie goes laughing through the town,