Daughter’s books take up one chair; The evening paper’s also there; Daughter’s skirts, all freshly pressed, Use the davenport to rest; Daughter’s bobby pins and comb Call the coffee-table home; The desk peeks out; it coyly totes Daughter’s hat and several coats. Last but far from least, herself Sprawls upon the window shelf. Be-jeaned, agrin, and freckle-spattered, Daughter is a little scattered!