'WOULD it had been the man of our wish!' Sighs her mother. To whom with vehemence she In the wedding-dress - the wife to be - 'Then why were you so mollyish As not to insist on him for me!' The mother, amazed: 'Why, dearest one, Because you pleaded for this or none!' 'But Father and you should have stood out strong! Since then, to my cost, I have lived to find That you were right and that I was wrong; This man is a dolt to the one declined.... Ah! - here he comes with his button-hole rose. Good God - I must marry him I suppose!' |