That Spring has not forgotten us,
Though late and slow she be,
But is upon her flying way,
And we her face shall see.
This production caused quite a sensation among the girls. They had never heard any of Clover's verses before, and thought these wonderful.
"Why!" cried Sally Alsop, "it is almost as good as Tupper!" Sally meant this for a great compliment, for she was devoted to the "Proverbial Philosophy."
"A Poem by E. D." was the next thing on the list. Esther Dearborn rose with great pomp and dignity, cleared her throat, put on a pair of eye-glasses, and began.
MISS JANE.
If I the slightest rule forgot,
Believing and excusing not?
Miss Jane.
Who lurked outside my door all day,
In hopes that I would disobey,
And some low whispered word would say?
Miss Jane.
Who sternly bade me come and go,
Do this, do that, or else forego
The other thing I longed for so?
Miss Jane.
