And as he spoke there came into his face
A grey old scaly look which seemed to say,
Don’t bluff or you’ll be called. “My dad and I
Have had a round about, and he has dis—
Sis—sis—inherited me; and I have
Been given the g.-b. on your account,
My be—b—beau—tiful. And I am now
A beg—egg—eggar for you, Bertie dear!
While in Night’s cushion stars like pin-heads shine.
Her soft dusk eyes grew wide and serious.