IV. Breakfast.

That I did not see Frances just now I am glad:

For Winifred says, she look'd sullen and sad.

When I ask her the reason I know very well,

That Frances will blush the true reason to tell.

And I never again shall expect to hear said,

That she pouts at her milk with a toast of white

bread;

When both are as good as can possibly be,

Though Betsy, for breakfast, perhaps may have

tea.