Said the false black knight to the pretty little child on the road.
‘Oh, no; not a step,’
Said the pretty little child scarce seven years old.
“‘Then I wish you deaf and dumb,’
Said the false black knight to the pretty little child on the road.
‘And I wish you the same, with a blister on your tongue!’
Said the pretty little child scarce seven years old.”
“Where on earth did you learn that?” said Duke, with a laugh, as Dolly ceased, her eyes dreaming out upon the shining river.
“I don’t know. Mother used to sing it, I think, when I was a little girl.”
“We must question her,” said I.