Is that an original poem, that Blaney wrote for you alone ?" "Yes, it is.

I promised not to tell it to anybody, so I'll ask you to say nothing about it." "Tell me more of it." "No, I won't.

I promised not to." "You needn't.

_I'll_ tell _you_ what comes next: '-- --perhaps because her tresses beat A froth of gold about her throat, and poured In splendour to the feet that ever seemed Afloat.' Isn't that it ?" "Yes! How did you know ?" Patty's startled eyes were wide in amazement.
"You dear little goose.

I hate to give you a shock, Posy-girl, but those lines were written by a not altogether obscure poet,--one James Whitcomb Riley." "What! It's no such thing! Mr.Blaney wrote them about me! They begin----" "Wait! Don't break your promise of confidence.