Hilda Monologue from Square Pegs: A Rhymed Fantasy For Two Girls

From Square Pegs: A Rhymed Fantasy For Two Girls by Clifford Bax

female · sarcastic · 1:28 min

Gioconda, what a lover! (GIOCONDA: So I think-- His brain a dictionary, his blood mere ink.) Oh, but I mean how fine a lover! Would That mine could pen a letter half so good! (GIOCONDA: How does he write?) Write! Would you deign to call That 'writing'--this illiterate blotted scrawl? [ Reading. 'Dear Hilda, if you buy The Star To-night, you mustn't for the world Suppose he got my hair uncurled-- That blighter who kyboshed the car. He had the worst of it by far Because the hood on mine was furled. Good Lord! what steep abuse he hurled! Yours, Harry--with a nasty scar. 'P.S.--The cut's above the knee, And won't be right just yet, I fear Oh, and what price you marrying me? Anything doing? Let me hear. Ring up to-morrow, if you're home. Where shall we do our bunk? To Rome?' Now, wasn't that enough to make me mad? It is a shame! It really is too bad! 'Dear Hilda'--plain 'dear'! And what girl could marry A man who, when proposing, ends 'yours, Harry'?

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