Classic Poem

Well, I was at the dresser,
A-prinking at my hair,
When mamma bustled in, and said,
" Luvenia, Joe's down-stair. "

Of course I was all ready,
But say girls, don't you know?
Just not to seem too anxious,
I poked, and came down slow.

Well, girls! I felt so funny,
When I came to the door;
For Joe had on a sober look,
I'd never seen before.

But soon he was all smiling,
And I felt quite at ease;
Then girls, he caught and gave my hand,
The cutest little squeeze.

I sat down on the sofa,
And Joe, — he sat so near;
That sober look came back again,
And girls! I did feel queer.

I said, " You look so sober; "
(For girls, that's not his way;)
And then he laughed so odd, and said
He'd felt blue, all that day.

I said, " What is the matter? "
Says he, " My heart aches so! "
Well girls! I was so got at that,
I only said, " Oh Joe! "

He slipped his arms around me,
I understood, you see,
Now girls, what are you giggling 'bout?
You'd kissed him too, like me!