The taxi just ahead, then waits for me,
Puts a strong hand that softens into mine,
And says, O, this is bully!
We go in.
He leaves my antecessor in a room
Somewhere along the hall, and comes to me
Who wait him in the roomy library.
How are those lovely daughters? Oh, by George!
I thought I might forget their names, I know—
It's Madeline and Marcia. Yes, you know