The brass-buttoned coats, with long blue flaps.
And—but wait a minute; papa calls me."
They waited and waited and waited and waited,—
"Forty hours, it seems to me,"
Said weary Kitty, with eyes dilated.
"Let's do it ourselves; I can find the key."
They climbed the stairs,—as still as a mouse.
You might have heard them all over the house.
They dressed themselves in the queer old dresses,
The powdered wigs and hempen tresses,