LordPeter List Literary Contest

I'm called Harriet -- MISS Vane;
I think that I'm quite plain.
I write fiction, the detective sort.
When I walked into this room,
With its scenting of perfume,
I had no thought of what I would find.

There were dancers -- two -- dancing,
Across the floor prancing
Around in the midst of the place,
While others sat drinking and doubtlessly thinking
Of what they in their futures would face.

They wore feathers and laces
From expensive places
And frocks of the old-fashioned sort,
Although on the morrow,
To nobody's sorrow,
They'd breath free on a grass tennis court.

So the days they are moving,
These women are grooving,
The times are not nearly the same.
So for me and for others,
Their sisters and brothers,
This night is played just like a game.

-- Rachel Levy

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