“I’d like to have the coasting and the skating in July,
When old Jack Frost would never get a single chance to try
To nip our cheeks and noses; and the Christmas trees should stand
By dozens, loaded!—in the woods!—now, wouldn’t that be grand?
“Ah! what a world it would have been! How could you, madam, make
Such lots of bread and butter to so very little cake?
I’d have it just the other way, and every one would see
How very, very, very, very nice my way would be.
“But, as I cannot do it, will you think of what I say?
And please, ma’am, do begin and alter things this very day.
And one thing more—on Saturdays don’t send us any rain.
Good-by. If I should think of something else, I’ll write again.”
SYDNEY DAYRE.
