was a peasant girl from Germany,
rosy, happy and strong.
the first place I worked was at Thomas Greene's.
a summer's day when she was away
stole into the kitchen and took me
in his arms and kissed me on my throat,
turning my head. Then neither of us
to know what happened.
I cried for what would become of me.
cried and cried as my secret began to show.
day Mrs. Greene said she understood,
would make no trouble for me,
being childless, would adopt it.
had given her a farm to be still.)
she hid in the house and sent out rumors,
if it were going to happen to her.
all went well and the child was born—they were so
kind to me.
I married Gus Wertman, and years passed.
political rallies when sitters-by thought I was crying
the eloquence of Hamilton Greene—
was not it.
I wanted to say:
my son! That's my son!