“On reaching Long Beach these maids demure
In haste the local stage secure;
And all the gaping rustics gaze
With open mouth and much amaze
At all the boxes, trunks, and wheels,
And Timmy Loo’s pugnacious squeals.
But all these curious stares and looks
Can’t disconcert the calm-eyed cooks.
Quickly the festive stage they fill,
And amble slowly up the hill.