Rejected.

Aw, yes, bah Jove. I thought you'd answer “No.”

But still a fellah‘ s got to awsk, you see.

And then there was the chance you might outgrow

That way you had of making fun of me.

Three years in Europe sometimes make a change

In girls like you, who've always been adored;

And when you laughed, I thought it rawther strange.

Aw, I beg pawdon; p'haps you feel, aw — bored.

You do n't? You think it fun — a fellah's pains

At words like yours? You do n't know how they smart.

I know you think I have n't any brains;

But still, Miss Nellie, I've a — I've a heart.