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A LITTLE GIRL OF THE PERIOD.
Think, Ada, how old we are growing!
We 're both of us thirteen, my dear.
I 've almost decided not going
To any more parties this year.
We 're both of us thirteen, my dear.
I 've almost decided not going
To any more parties this year.
Now, love, I don't mean to turn preacher,
And frown upon fashion; but then
One feels like a very old creature
With girls of eleven and ten.
And frown upon fashion; but then
One feels like a very old creature
With girls of eleven and ten.
I mean these young romps fresh and winning,
With sleeve-loops and hair simply curled,
Their pleasure in life just beginning,
Quite new to the ways of the world.
With sleeve-loops and hair simply curled,
Their pleasure in life just beginning,
Quite new to the ways of the world.
Ah, how they enjoy each flirtation,
All flattery taking as truth!
Well, well! they soon learn admiration
Lasts only as long as their youth.
All flattery taking as truth!
Well, well! they soon learn admiration
Lasts only as long as their youth.
Of course we are foolish in sighing
For joys that have vanished away.
One fact is beyond all denying—
Dear Ada, I'm sadly blasée.
For joys that have vanished away.
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Dear Ada, I'm sadly blasée.
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