Sweet & sour Book

A collection of comic verse. I Can't Think What He Sees in Her Jealousy's an awful thing and foreign to my nature; I punish by law if I was in the Legislature. One can't have all of any one, and wanting it is mean but still, there is a limit, and I speak of Miss Duveen I'm not a jealous woman, but I can't see what he sees in her, I can't see what he sees in her, I can't see what he sees in her! If she was something striking I can understand the liking and I wouldn't have a word to say to that; but I can't see why he's fond of that objectionable blonde -- that fluffy little, stuffy little, trashy little, creepy-crawley, music-hally, horrid little CAT! I wouldn't say a word against the girl -- be sure of that; it's not the creatures fault she has the manners of a rat. Her dresses may be dowdy, but her hair is always new, and if she squints a little bit -- well, many people do. I'm not a jealous woman, but I can't see what he sees in her, I can't see what he sees in her, I can't see what he sees in her! he's absolutely free -- there's no bitterness in me, though an ordinary woman would explode; I only like to know what he sees in such a crow as that insinuating, calculating, irritating, titivating, sleepy little, creepy little, sticky little TOAD