Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер)

At Variance

When with me the play she goes,
I much admire the buds and bows
And all that on Kate’s headgear grows.
But when some other night I see
That hat between the stage and me,
My taste and Kate’s do not agree.

1. Ridden Down
2. Jabed Meeker, Humorist
3. Why Washington Retreated
4. The Daughter of the Year
5. New England Magazine

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