A PENTINENT Arrah Nellie, don't look like a thundercloud, darlingt; What harm if I did stale a kiss from your lips? No sinsible bee meets a smiling young rose, sure, But stops, the shy thafe, and a honey drop sips. And rose of the warruld, spake aisy now, ain't I More sinsible far than a vagabond bee! And how could I see the swate kiss that was lying There on your red lips, as though waiting for me, And not take it, darlingt? Och, Nellie give o'er! Faith, I'm awfully sorry -- I didn't take more. 'Twas your fault, intirely. Why did you smile at me? So great a temptation no man could resist, For your laughing blue eyes, and your cheek wid a dimple And your dilicate mouth said, "We're here to be kissed." And could I be draming they didn't spake truth, dear, Sure beautiful features like thim niver lie' If they do, you should hide thim and not be desaving Such an innocent, trusting young fellow as I. Are you frowning still, darlint? Och, Nellie give o'er; Don't I tell you I'm sorry -- I didn't take more. -- Anon., "One Hundred Choice Selections for Readings and Recitations," No. 37, The Penn Publishing Company, Philadelphia 1903.