"That's perfectly sweet! Mine isn't; but I meant it to be funny," said Molly, as if there could be any doubt about the following ditty:
"Dear Grif, Here is a whiff Of beautiful spring flowers; The big red rose Is for your nose, As toward the sky it towers. "Oh, do not frown Upon this crown Of green pinks and blue geranium But think of me When this you see, And put it on your cranium."
"O Molly, you will never hear the last of that if Grif gets it," said Jill, as the applause subsided, for the boys pronounced it "tip-top."
"Don't care, he gets the worst of it any way, for there is a pin in that rose, and if he goes to smell the mayflowers underneath he will find a thorn to pay for the tack he put in my rubber boot. I know he will play me some joke to-night, and I mean to be first if I can," answered Molly, settling the artificial wreath round the orange-colored canoe which held her effusion.
Such a fun scene! I had completely forgotten it -- I need to reread more Alcott again.
ReplyDeleteI am not familiar with this scene, but I do like the way that it is written. I wish more contemporary books were written in such a manner :)
ReplyDeleteThat's funny! I can just picture the scene.. I need to read Jack and Jill sometime - I can already tell I would enjoy it. :)
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