O yes, it was lovely down there at

Cape May,

And I s'posed I should never be

tired of play;

And Auntie was sweet as an auntie

could be;

But some one was homesick, you

s'pose it was me?

Such elegant ladies and beautiful

girls

All asking for kisses and praising

my curls;

But no precious papa to hug me, and say,

"Has dear little Kitty been good all the day!"

And mamma, dear, when they turned out the light,

And no blessed mamma to kiss me good-night,

Cuddled down in the pillow, with no one to see,

Was a little girl crying you guess it was me?

—EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.