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AFTER HER FIRST PARTY.
"Where is he now, do you think?" "I do not know.
(In some sweet foreign country, it may be,
Among the palms.") "He might have written, though,
In all these years," "He cannot write." "I see.
What a strange party! Fifty girls—oh dear!
And one boy—and he couldn't write? How queer!"