I've just got your note. You deceiver!
How dared you get rich—you great stupid!—
Like papa, and some men that I know,
Instead of just trusting to Cupid
And to me for your money? Ah, Joe!
Just to think you sent never a word, dear,
Till you wrote to papa for consent!
Now I know why they had me transferred here,
And "the health of papa"—what that meant!
Now I know why they had me transferred here,
And "the health of papa"—what that meant!