The Lady.
Allow me, mademoiselle,
Our good conductor thinks it would be well
That we should keep together, since the car
Will soon be overcrowded, and we are
The only women.—May I have a seat
In this safe little corner by your side?
Thanks; it is fortunate, indeed, to meet
So sweet a friend to share the long day’s ride!—
That is, if yours be long?
The Maiden.
To Benton’s Mill.
The Lady.
I go beyond, not far—I think we pass
Your station just before Waunona Hill;
But both are in the heart of the Blue Grass.
Do you not love that land?
The Maiden.
I do not know
Aught of it.
The Lady.