HALF A DOZEN GIRLS

HALF A DOZEN GIRLS

by

ANNA CHAPIN RAY

TO MY PARENTS

I OFFER THESE MEMORIES OF A HAPPY, NAUGHTY CHILDHOOD.

  My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
     No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray:
   Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
     For every day.

  "Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
     Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
   And so make life, death, and that vast forever
     One grand, sweet song."

CHARLES KINGSLEY.