FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   >>  
star in turn, and having waited a moment to allow undue giggling to subside, opened her sheets of exercise paper and began: "OLD ENGLAND "I never can quite see why it is called 'Old' England, because I don't suppose it is any older than any other part of the world, really, but perhaps 'Old' is a term of endearment, because I notice when any girl likes me, she generally calls me 'old sport,' or 'old thing.' Well, at any rate here I am back in Old England, and it is a wonderfully nice sort of a country. I specially like the policemen, who wave their white gloves and stop all the traffic in the street in a second, and the railway porters who yell out the names of the stations, and the little boys who cry the newspapers. There are no beggars in Old England like there are in Sicily, and no mosquitoes, and no earthquakes. At least not proper ones. I thought we were all beggars when we tried to raise money for the 'Waifs and Strays'; Bertha buzzes worse than any mosquito when she wants to borrow my penknife, and I thought there was an earthquake the last time Laurette danced. "I like all the old houses and castles and cathedrals in Old England, and especially the old gardens. What I don't like are my old lessons. Old England is a jolly, hospitable, comfortable, green sort of country, and I am quite at home here now, so hurrah! Old England for ever!" Carmel, having read her manuscript as rapidly as possible, vacated the chair in a breathless condition, and pushed Noreen into her place. Noreen had been struggling with Pegasus, and had produced a spring poem. It was short, but perhaps a trifle over-sweet. "TO MY DEARIE-OH! "Spring is comen back again, (Daisy buds for my dearie!) Gone is winter's snow and rain, (Cherry lips for my dearie!) Blossom clothes the orchards now, (Apple cheeks for my dearie!) Nests of birds on every bough, (And kisses for my dearie!) "It's one of those old-fashioned sort of things--I believe you call them madrigals," she ventured. Nobody else knew what a madrigal was, so they took Noreen's word for it, and allowed her to retire in favor of Edith, who had also been trying to cultivate the muse of poetry. Her effort at verse was entitled: "MIRANDA'S MUSIC "Miranda had learnt the piano to play, And when seated one da
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   >>  



Top keywords:
England
 

dearie

 

Noreen

 
thought
 

country

 

beggars

 

trifle

 

learnt

 

Miranda

 

DEARIE


Spring

 
vacated
 

breathless

 
rapidly
 
manuscript
 

hurrah

 

Carmel

 

condition

 

pushed

 

Pegasus


produced

 

spring

 

struggling

 

seated

 

Blossom

 
ventured
 

poetry

 

Nobody

 

madrigals

 

retire


allowed

 

madrigal

 
cultivate
 

things

 

effort

 

clothes

 

orchards

 

Cherry

 

winter

 

cheeks


MIRANDA
 
kisses
 

fashioned

 

entitled

 

generally

 
endearment
 

notice

 
gloves
 
traffic
 

street