(Please remember Betty was still rolling the lemon).
One of the Sophomores, busy at the other end of the table, caught the remark and, to tease Betty
who was renowned for her knowledge of quotations, called:
“Sir Thomas Moore, didn’t he?”
“Moore!” yelled Betty. “Certainly not! Robert Burns wrote it. Such ignorance! I am surprised!”
Some one else exclaimed: “Why, Betty, you are crazy. Burns never said anything as clever as that.”
Poor Betty was all up in arms. Like most people that love to tease, she was not always conscious when she was being teased herself.
“He didn’t, didn’t he?” she demanded. “Well, I’ll prove to you that he did.”
At the word prove, delivered in her most emphatic manner, she put so much extra pressure on the poor long-suffering lemon that it gave a prolonged squashy noise and oozed out all over the floor.
“Oh, Bet, what a mess!” exclaimed Polly. “Look at the floor!”