In Autumn
In Autumn when the hockey sticks
She took the last of her matrics.
In Winter when the swimming meets
She faced the chapel’s empty seats.
In Spring when all the tennis racket
She took her trunk as if to pack it.
I sent a question to the Dean.
I asked her, ‘“‘Tell me what you mean?”
The Dean of Women answered me,
“You see too much of X. Y. Z.”
I sent to her again to say,
“T shall petition that I may.”
She answered with a meaning eye,
“Tf granted, let us see you try!”
She told me once, she told me twice,
She gave me lots of good advice.
She gave me such a beaming grin,
And what a temper I was in!
She took a kettle large and new,
And said, ‘‘Here’s tea from M to Q.”
But someone came to her and said,
“Your canine, Shandy B., has fled.”’
She said, “I cannot give my tea
Unless you bring him back to me.”
She spoke it loud and in his ear.
He said, ‘“You needn’t come so near.”’
She spoke it low, with faltering ring.
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He answered, ‘‘Go to Mr King.”
