Going to Him! Happy letter!

Tell Him — it wasn't a Practised Writer —

You guessed — from the way the sentence toiled —

You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you —

As if it held but the might of a child —

You almost pitied it — you — it worked so —

Tell Him — no — you may quibble there —

For it would split His Heart, to know it —

And then you and I, were silenter.

Tell Him — Night finished — before we finished —

And the Old Clock kept neighing "Day"!

And you — got sleepy — and begged to be ended —

What could it hinder so — to say?

Tell Him — just how she sealed you — Cautious!

But — if He ask where you are hid

Until tomorrow — Happy letter!

Gesture Coquette — and shake your Head!