Here is a string of milky pearls For her to wear, An amber comb to match the curls Of her bright hair. O neighbours, do not crowd me so! Stand by! stand by! for I must go To put on my love’s hand of snow This gold ring fair. Good dame, why do you block the way And shake your head? Must all the things you have to say Just now be said? O neighbours, let me pass--but why-- My God, what makes you women cry? Come tell me that I too may die! Is my love dead? “Nay, Marjorie’s a living thing, And fair and strong. Yet did you wait to give your ring A year too long. To seek her love there came the Moon; Now Marjorie at night and noon Is chained and sits alone to croon The Moon’s love-song.” Transcriber’s Notes Punctuation, hyphenation, and spelling in the Memoir were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in the original book; otherwise they were not changed. Simple typographical errors were corrected; unbalanced quotation marks were remedied when the change was obvious, and otherwise left unbalanced. Illustrations in this eBook have been positioned between paragraphs and outside quotations. In versions of this eBook that support hyperlinks, the page references in the List of Illustrations lead to the corresponding illustrations. Redundant Section title removed on the page before page 17. Page 70: “Little Orphant Annie” was printed that way.