Of the merriment and laughter,Of the jolly jokes and jesting,Of the boating and the bathing,Of the games of golf and tennis,Of the happy, fleeting moments,Much must here be left unwritten.Of the play so nobly written,Of the fine and clever acting,Of the stirring, soulful music,Of the wonderful stage-setting,Of the appreciative audience,We can make but hasty mention.Of the masculine invasion,Of the gorgeous spread they gave usOf our grief at their departure,Nothing can our pen betoken.But we must express our thankful-Ness to our devoted neighbors,Uncle Edward and Aunt Molly,For their never-failing kindness.And we must admit, my sisters,That we feel a trifle saddenedAs we leave the little cottageWhere so gaily we have frolicked.Ah, the sadness of the parting,Ah, the chaos of the packing,Ah, the settlements unwillingWith the butcher and the grocer!Ah, the desolated cottage,Ah, the sad and doleful maidens,Ah, the weeping, wailing maidens —
Of the merriment and laughter,Of the jolly jokes and jesting,Of the boating and the bathing,Of the games of golf and tennis,Of the happy, fleeting moments,Much must here be left unwritten.Of the play so nobly written,Of the fine and clever acting,Of the stirring, soulful music,Of the wonderful stage-setting,Of the appreciative audience,We can make but hasty mention.Of the masculine invasion,Of the gorgeous spread they gave usOf our grief at their departure,Nothing can our pen betoken.But we must express our thankful-Ness to our devoted neighbors,Uncle Edward and Aunt Molly,For their never-failing kindness.And we must admit, my sisters,That we feel a trifle saddenedAs we leave the little cottageWhere so gaily we have frolicked.Ah, the sadness of the parting,Ah, the chaos of the packing,Ah, the settlements unwillingWith the butcher and the grocer!Ah, the desolated cottage,Ah, the sad and doleful maidens,Ah, the weeping, wailing maidens —
Of the merriment and laughter,Of the jolly jokes and jesting,Of the boating and the bathing,Of the games of golf and tennis,Of the happy, fleeting moments,Much must here be left unwritten.
Of the merriment and laughter,
Of the jolly jokes and jesting,
Of the boating and the bathing,
Of the games of golf and tennis,
Of the happy, fleeting moments,
Much must here be left unwritten.
Of the play so nobly written,Of the fine and clever acting,Of the stirring, soulful music,Of the wonderful stage-setting,Of the appreciative audience,We can make but hasty mention.
Of the play so nobly written,
Of the fine and clever acting,
Of the stirring, soulful music,
Of the wonderful stage-setting,
Of the appreciative audience,
We can make but hasty mention.
Of the masculine invasion,Of the gorgeous spread they gave usOf our grief at their departure,Nothing can our pen betoken.
Of the masculine invasion,
Of the gorgeous spread they gave us
Of our grief at their departure,
Nothing can our pen betoken.
But we must express our thankful-Ness to our devoted neighbors,Uncle Edward and Aunt Molly,For their never-failing kindness.And we must admit, my sisters,That we feel a trifle saddenedAs we leave the little cottageWhere so gaily we have frolicked.
But we must express our thankful-
Ness to our devoted neighbors,
Uncle Edward and Aunt Molly,
For their never-failing kindness.
And we must admit, my sisters,
That we feel a trifle saddened
As we leave the little cottage
Where so gaily we have frolicked.
Ah, the sadness of the parting,Ah, the chaos of the packing,Ah, the settlements unwillingWith the butcher and the grocer!Ah, the desolated cottage,Ah, the sad and doleful maidens,Ah, the weeping, wailing maidens —
Ah, the sadness of the parting,
Ah, the chaos of the packing,
Ah, the settlements unwilling
With the butcher and the grocer!
Ah, the desolated cottage,
Ah, the sad and doleful maidens,
Ah, the weeping, wailing maidens —
“There, there, Hester, stop!” cried Helen, reading over her shoulder. “Your machine has run down; it’s out of gear; the spindle is broken! Stop, I beg of you!”
So Hester stopped; and—would you believe it?—such a good time did those girls have at Mrs. Lennox’s house that they never wrote in the “Whitecap” again until after they had left Long Beach and returned to their homes.
And, besides giving them the jolliest house-party they had ever known, Mrs. Lennox presented each of the eight with the dearest little chatelaine watch, engraved with her name and the date of the memorable visit of the Ladies Pendered.
Transcriber’s Notes:
Some illustrations have been moved slightly to keep paragraphs intact. Archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained as in the original publication.
[End ofEight Girls and a Dog, by Carolyn Wells]