The geese on the common, the boys flying kites,
The daffydowndillies
That stoop on the stem,
And my pretty Phyllis
Who's gathering them.
SIGNERS OF THE TIMES.
Ralston came into the railway carriage with a fountain-pen and a huge sheet of official-looking paper.
"Pardon my intrusion," he said. "This is a non-party business. I am just getting a few signatures——"