"But, don't you see, Kitty, when I say that because you ask me to, and you won't say it when I ask you to, that proves I love you best after all."
"There you go on again! I do think you're too mean for anything!"
"Well, never mind, sweetheart, let's kiss and be friends. You do love me best I'm sure."
"Oh, no, I don't, Dick. Oh, you are so sweet. You love me best, darling."
"Oh, no, I don't, love. You love me best!"
"No, my Dick, you love me best——"
CASEY AT THE BAT
BY PHINEAS THAYER
It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood two to four, with but an inning left to play.
So, when Cooney died at second, and Burrows did the same,
A pallor wreathed the features of the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go, leaving there the rest,
With that hope which springs eternal within the human breast,
For they thought: "If only Casey could get a whack at that,"
They'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, and likewise so did Blake,
And the former was a puddin', and the latter was a fake,
So on that stricken multitude a deathlike silence sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.