“You! What d’you mean by this?” I rapped. “You dare come on parade like this?” “Please, sir, it’s -‘ ”Old yer mouth,”…

Who told my mother of my shame, Who told my father of my dear? Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude, Who…

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Still! Could themselves…