These are the Mission rules!
“Just as you and I are yoked together, Harold,” said Alicia, pausing for a merry little laugh.
“I may be a cart-horse, but you are rather like a white fawn,” was Harold’s rejoinder. “Pray go on with your song; we have not yet discovered the whole range of the ladies’ duties.”
“The next verse is a funny one,” observed Alicia: “I hope that the formidable warning with which it closes is not needed by me.”
The Mission Miss Sahibas in dress must be plain;
The Mission Miss Sahibas must work might and main,
And therefore good nourishment should not disdain,
Or danger is great of their going insane!
Oh, listen ye, Miss Sahibas;
These are the Mission rules!