Page 26 - The Little sister of Wilifred

“ Of course you would n’t, you poor
prosy papa J But

I am a poet
And. want you to know ii.
For, say what you please.
Y o u n e v e r can te;ise
Me.”

This had been Wilifred's earliest po­

etical effort. A s it had not been ap­

preciated as poetry, she had graciously

allowed it to serve as a joke, saying phi­
losophically, that after all she liked jokes

a great deal better than she did poetry.

“ Delhaven,” her papa went on, “ is as
beautiful a country place as I know of

in America, having every natural advan­

tage, anecstral elms and all. The house
in itself Is delightful, and, Will, there is

the prettiest room with an oriel window,

which shall be yours, my darling/'

“ Yes, thank you, papa!’’ said Wili­
fred. “ But do tell me about the stables*

How many stalls arc there ? ”