HERE are Cecily, Dolly, and Marjorte,
Three little hostesses, as you see.
Said Cecily first, “ How pretty we look,
Like three little girls in a painted book.
Said Dolly, “°Tis hot, in the middle of June,
To stay in the house all the afternoon.
Marjorie fluttered her fan; said she,
“ But our friends are coming to afternoon tea.”
‘Then we'll take them,” said Cecily, “if they please,
A-walking and talking, beneath the trees.”
Said Dolly, “ As this is our own ‘ At Home,
Let us wish whom wed each like best to come.”
Said Marjorie, fanning, the words between,
lhe most of all—I should wish for—the Queen.”
“ No, my fairy godmother,” Cecily cried,
“To deck me with jewels, and make me a bride.”
Said Dolly, “I think I should like to see
The friend I love best coming in to take tea.’
Cecily, Dolly, and Marjorie,
Lhree little hostesses, here you see.