“Why, the one who gave you the cherries.”
“Oh, that one!” Dickie laughed lightly. “Why, that’s all off long ago, you know.”
Right there I abandoned all faith in a sentimental theory having to do with Cupid and certain pages in the heart of Youth.
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I gave to love the fairest rose
That in my garden grew;
And still my heart its fragrance knows—
Does he remember, too?
He laid his dreams upon my day,