In the Room of the Bride-Elect
“Would it had been the man of our wish!”Sighs her mother. To whom with vehemence sheIn the wedding-dress—the wife to be—“Then why were you so mollyishAs 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 findThat 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!”
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