And Madame is never the wiser, so where is the harm, Nellie dear?
Now, I've nothing to tell you, my darling, nothing new in the sensation way,
For I wrote you that little elopement about Fan and Augustus Dufais.
But really, now, was n't it funny? for Fan, dear, is terribly prim,
And was always telling the girls here she "never could see much in him."
You remember Marion Ray, dear, you met at the Grand Army Ball,
Who wore the elegant bracelets, but whose chignon was terribly small;
Her father's a member of Congress, and sends her beautiful things, -
O Nellie, you never, never saw such exquisite diamond rings!
Well, he sent her a box the other day, and Marion asked us in,
On the sly, you know, for Madame thinks a box is an awful sin.
We stopped the key-hole, shut the blinds, and turned the gas on mild,
And the way the top of that box came off would have made my Nellie wild.
Champagne? Don't mention it, Nellie dear, we had a bottle apiece,
And smuggled the rest to our private rooms and sipped to Madame's demise.
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