’Twas “to show off her gewgaws, as sure’s you are born;”
If a package were left in which dainties were found,
She knew that her friend had an axe to be ground.
And so it went on for a twelvemonth or more,
Till a queer little stranger appeared at her door,
With a case of new glasses of marvellous power,
That would change one’s whole vision in less than an hour!
At his rat-a-tat-tat! Betty Pringle came out,
Much surprised at her brisk little caller, no doubt!
“Good morning, my lady!” he said with a smile.