 | A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England |  |
A PLEASANT DIVORCE.
Kate's nose was retroussée—her husband's a Roman,—
One day in a passion he bade her begone,—
“Which way?” said she,—“Follow your nose, silly woman!”
He answered with pointed and petulant scorn.
One day in a passion he bade her begone,—
“Which way?” said she,—“Follow your nose, silly woman!”
He answered with pointed and petulant scorn.
Kate laughed as she whispered,—“The taunt is forgiven,
It implies such a compliment, dearest, you know!
I'll follow my nose, sir, with pleasure—to Heaven,
If you'll follow yours—to the regions below!”
It implies such a compliment, dearest, you know!
I'll follow my nose, sir, with pleasure—to Heaven,
If you'll follow yours—to the regions below!”
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