Florence Ripley Mastin

From “School Room Sketches”

THE STRIPLING Scot!

His cold, proud face had troubled me—

What had I known of him?

Then one day as he stood, gray-eyed, austere,

I knew.

A shining ribbon from a girl’s brown hair

Had brushed his hand upon the desk—

He drew back slightly.

Cromwell—Cromwell!

I wonder if in Scotland …