She turned out the shelves of the cupboard;
She turned out the drawers of the chest;
She settled to throw half the rubbish aside,
Then flung it back feeling depressed.
She got out her mending-those stockings
Had never seemed "hopeless" before-
She pushed them away. On a very wet day
One can’t sit a-darning- that’s sure!
She started to write a long letter.
She started and that was the end!
For when the wind howls it’s difficult quite
To know how to cheer up a friend.
She read half a page of a novel,
And then with his nose on her knee,
Her little dog-chum told her "Not to look glum,
But to boil up the kettle for
The Girls Own Annual. 1918.