“No, no; I’ll not step in—it’s hardly worth while.
I’ve heard that your glasses (I cannot tell where)
Are of a very poor make—p’r’aps you’d like a new pair.”
And will you believe it, new ones she did take,
In exchange for her own of the “fault-finding make”!
And now Betty’s happy’s a queen need to be,
For the beauty about her she’s able to see!
[THE TWO WAYS]
The ways diverged—I wondered which I’d take,