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Show HER CHOICE. "What shall I bring thee, darling?" The old-time lover said To the old-time blushing maiden, With hoops and powdered head. "A cluster of dewey roses, With hearts of fire and snow From a tangled and mossy garden," , She murmured soft and low. "What shall I give you, sweetheart?" The modern wooer cried To the girl in sliks and laces He hoped to make his bride. She smiled in a way bewitching, And tapping a tiny heel, In silvery accents answered, a "A big, red automobile." Town Topics. |