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A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I know him: he’s all right. A man’s a man.<br /> Separate beds of course you understand.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I’ll have to have a bed.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I’m not afraid.<br /> There’s five: that’s all I carry.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Known it since I was young.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Lafe was the name, I think?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Magoon.<br /> Doctor Magoon.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“No room,” the night clerk said. “Unless——”<br /> Woodsville’s a place of shrieks and wandering lamps<br /> And cars that shock and rattle—and one hotel. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“No, no, no, thank you.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Not that way, with your shoes on Kike’s white bed.<br /> You can’t rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Not till I shrink, when they’ll be out of style.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“One would suppose they might not be as glad<br /> To see you as you are to see them.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Really, friend, I can’t let you. You—may need them.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Show him this way. I’m not afraid of him,<br /> I’m not so drunk I can’t take care of myself.”<br /> The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot.<br /> “This will be yours. Good-night,” he said, and went. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“So I should hope. What kind of man?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Unless you wouldn’t mind<br /> Sharing a room with someone else.” </p> </div>)

A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well, a teacher.” </p> </div>)

Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well—I—be——” that was all he said,<br /> As standing in the river road,<br /> He looked back up the slippery slope<br /> (Two miles it was) to his abode. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Who is it?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Will you believe me if I put it there<br /> Right on the counterpane—that I do trust you?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Yes, Layfayette.<br /> You got it the first time. And yours?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You drive around? It must be pleasant work.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You say ‘unless.’“ </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You see I’m in with everybody, know ’em all.<br /> I almost know their farms as well as they do.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You seem to shape the paper’s policy.” </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“We’ll n … <div class="poem"></br><p>“We’ll need several cars,” concluded Lily, who always did things sumptuously.<br /></br>“Two ought to be enough,” said Florence. “But say, girls, why couldn’t we leave our planning until Doris’s house-party? Then we’ll all be together, and will know definitely whether or not we can go.”<br /></br>“But the boys will be such an interruption!” sighed Lily. “You can’t get a thing done with them around.”<br /></br>“Oh, we’ll shut them out of our conferences,” announced Marjorie, coolly. “We must accustom ourselves to getting along without the opposite sex if we are to make a success of our trip.”<br /></br>“And yet it is a pity,” remarked Alice, “after all they did for us last summer at the tea-house!”<br /></br>“Yes, maybe if it weren’t for them we wouldn’t have become famous and received this scrumptious invitation,” surmised Daisy.</br></p></br></div>become famous and received this scrumptious invitation,” surmised Daisy. </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“What I … <div class="poem"></br><p>“What I can’t understand,” mused Florence, who had been carefully considering every aspect of the offer, “is why your aunt should want us to make the trip independent of all masculine assistance. Especially when, as you say, Alice, she shows such preference for her two nephews.”<br /></br>“Oh, it’s just an idea of hers—a notion that she’s taken, I suppose,” replied Alice. “When you’re awfully rich and awfully old, you sometimes do crazy things just for the novelty of it.”<br /></br>“My, what a philosopher you are!” joked Florence. “You sound as if you had been both old and rich!”<br /></br>“My theory,” put in Marjorie, “is that it has something to do with the nephews. She has probably boasted of our work last summer, and perhaps the boys belittled it. So I think this might be a kind of wager.”<br /></br>“That sounds plausible!” exclaimed Lily. “Well, let’s do all in our power to make the old lady win.”<br /></br>“And yet,” interposed Florence, “she may be on the other side, hoping we don’t live up to the conditions. It would certainly be cheaper for her if we fell down—”<br /></br>“Girls, I think you’re all wrong,” said Daisy. “I think she is just a lovely old lady, who has read about our work, and wants to reward us. But she thinks we’ll appreciate our cars more if we earn them, and that’s the reason she put on all these conditions.”<br /></br>“Come, we’re not getting anywhere!” interrupted Florence, “and the time’s passing.” A glance at her watch assured her that the supper hour was imminent.<br /></br>“Meet here day after tomorrow,” suggested Marjorie, as the girls rose to take their leave; “and try to have your parents’ permission by then.”<br /></br>“We’ll have it!” cried two or three of the girls. “We wouldn’t miss this chance for the world!”</br></p></br></div> it!” cried two or three of the girls. “We wouldn’t miss this chance for the world!” </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well, y … <div class="poem"></br><p>“Well, your aunt certainly must be a queer one to think up all these conditions,” observed Doris.<br /></br>“Oh, she hasn’t much to do,” said Alice, “except to think about those two nephews who are her heirs. I guess we’ve given her a new interest.”<br /></br>“What does she look like?” asked Florence.<br /></br>“I don’t know; the only picture we have is one of those old-fashioned things in a family album. She was eighteen then, and looked thirty-eight. You know the kind that I mean. But I have always imagined that she resembled that fake lieutenant those boys we met on the train fixed up for our benefit the summer we went on the ranch.”<br /></br>“Speaking of boys,” interrupted Doris, “they will soon be here. And you girls won’t even have your hats off—let alone be dressed. Don’t you think we had better adjourn to our rooms, especially the girls who have to go over to Marie Louise’s?”<br /></br>“Right you are, Doris!” exclaimed all of her guests, hastening to carry out her suggestion.</br></p></br></div>xclaimed all of her guests, hastening to carry out her suggestion. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You’d s … <div class="poem"></br><p>“You’d say so, Mister Man.—I’m a collector.<br /></br>My ninety isn’t mine—you won’t think that.<br /></br>I pick it up a dollar at a time<br /></br>All round the country for the Weekly News,<br /></br>Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?”</br></p></br></div>kly News,<br /> Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?” </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“We’re a … <div class="poem"></br><p>“We’re all here!” she cried, joyfully. “Together now—and together all summer! Isn’t it marvelous?”<br /></br>“Yes, if only Mae were here,” said Lily, who never could forget the absent members.<br /></br>“And if Doris and I could go with you,” sighed Marie Louise.<br /></br>“You can’t go?” asked Alice, her face clouding. “Oh, why not, Marie Louise? Are you going to get married too?”<br /></br>“No, indeed,” replied the other girl, laughingly. “But I am keeping on at art school this summer.”<br /></br>“What a shame!” cried several of the others at once. They were all genuinely fond of this girl who was the latest addition to their number.<br /></br>Without even removing their hats, the girls all dropped into chairs in the living-room and continued to talk fast and furiously about their proposed trip. It seemed that all of the college girls were planning to go; and Marjorie’s announcement of Mrs. Remington’s acceptance added another cause for rejoicing. Their only regret was that their two hostesses and Mae Melville could not go.<br /></br>“I honestly feel sorry for you married people!” teased Florence. “To think that you have to miss all the fun—”<br /></br>“But there are compensations,” Doris reminded her. “Maybe we feel sorry for you!”<br /></br>“Now Doris, we won’t stand for that!” retorted Alice. “And anyhow—”<br /></br>“Anyhow what?” demanded the other, as Alice paused in the middle of her remark.<br /></br>“Anyhow some of us may have gone over to your side by the time we come back. I expect some of the girls to fall for my cousins—”<br /></br>But Marjorie put an end to their bantering by a call to the practical.</br></p></br></div>usins—”<br /> But Marjorie put an end to their bantering by a call to the practical. </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>“what do … <div class="poem"></br><p>“what do you want? getting weak on the links?<br /></br>fandaddle daddy don’t ask for change—IS THIS<br /></br>FOURTEENTH? it’s half past six she said—if<br /></br>you don’t like my gate why did you<br /></br>swing on it, why <i>didja</i><br /></br>swing on it<br /></br>anyhow—”</br></p></br></div>gt; swing on it, why <i>didja</i><br /> swing on it<br /> anyhow—” </p> </div>)