| "And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap... | |
| "And Mama in her kerchief | |
| "And further on a group of Grecian girls... the first and tallest her white kerchief waving... were strung together like a row of pearls... linked hand in hand and dancing, each too having down her white neck... long floating auburn curls, the least of which would set ten poets raving... their leader sang and bounded to her song, with choral step and voice... the virgin throng." | |
| "That I put a kerchief like your mother?" Not even my mother was wearing it! | |
| "We don't have a kerchief or a tissue." | |
| "And Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap... | |
| "And Mama in her kerchief | |
| "And further on a group of Grecian girls... the first and tallest her white kerchief waving... were strung together like a row of pearls... linked hand in hand and dancing, each too having down her white neck... long floating auburn curls, the least of which would set ten poets raving... their leader sang and bounded to her song, with choral step and voice... the virgin throng." | |
| "That I put a kerchief like your mother?" Not even my mother was wearing it! | |
| "We don't have a kerchief or a tissue." | |
| Here, it's neck kerchiefs. | |
| I have some kerchiefs and undershirts to do. | |
| Scarves and kerchiefs become old and threadbare too quickly. | |
| You're sitting there with your golden kerchiefs... and your bald heads that signal that you're the bosses. | |
| will you withdraw those kerchiefs? | |
| Here, it's neck kerchiefs. | |
| I have some kerchiefs and undershirts to do. | |
| Scarves and kerchiefs become old and threadbare too quickly. | |
| You're sitting there with your golden kerchiefs... and your bald heads that signal that you're the bosses. | |
| will you withdraw those kerchiefs? | |
