In their frilly paper neat

They are gone this afternoon,

They have left you, Lorna Doone ...

You are plain and you are square

And your flavor's only fair.

Soon there'll be an empty place

Where we saw your smiling face.

Lorna Doone, Lorna Doone,

You were last but you weren't wasted.

Lorna Doone, Lorna Doone,

We'll remember how you tasted.

from Egg Thoughts and Other Frances Songs
 

"I wish I had a friend," said Gloria.
"I thought Ida was your friend," said Frances.
"Ida is away at camp," said Gloria, "and when she is here she only wants to play dolls or tea party. She never wants to catch frogs or play ball."
"Can you catch frogs?" asked Frances.
"I use Father's old hat," said Gloria. "Shall I show you how?"
"Later," said Frances. "Do you want to play ball?"
"All right," said Gloria.
"If any boys come, they can't play," said Frances, "and I think I will be your friend now."
"How can a sister be a friend?" said Gloria.
"You'll see," said Frances.
"For frogs and ball and tea parties and dolls?" said Gloria.
"Yes," said Frances.
 

from Best Friends for Frances