You know--the one that there's a poem written about!" The shot told! Short-lip burst into a display of dazzling little teeth and caught the other girl convulsively by the shoulders.

The superior girl bent her pretty brows, and said, "Eunice, what's gone of ye?
Quit that!" but, as Hamlin thought, paled slightly.
"Of course," said Hamlin, quickly, "you know--the poem everybody's talking about.

Dear me! let me see! how does it go ?" The rascal knit his brows, said, "Ah, yes," and then murmured the verse he had lately sung quite as musically.
Short-lip was shamelessly exalted and excited.

Really she could scarcely believe it! She already heard herself relating the whole occurrence.
Here was the most beautiful young man she had ever seen--an entire stranger--talking to them in the most beautiful and natural way, right in the lane, and reciting poetry to her sister! It was like a novel--only more so.

She thought that Cynthia, on the other hand, looked distressed, and--she must say it--"silly." All of which Jack noted, and was wise.