In a huge bold smile

Mischief of wandering, slides of plural winks

A blue Stocking Girl she asked me, "How do we do?
Did the Sun shine on you the way he shone on me..
And did the wind kiss you in bouts of happy surges"

To the Blue stocking girl said I, "Same same my dear is how my day goes
The sun kisses and the wind shines with happy bouts and flies"

The blue stocking girl.. a little vain.. and mighty happy..

Smiled in bold..