It will do very well to take us about;
For my income of course is too small to keep horses,
But that doesn’t matter, we’ll manage without.”
But alas! for the dreams of the barrow and kitten,
His father’s old pointer came back from the wood;
And the poor little pussy with terror was smitten,
And scampered away as fast as she could.
And the gardener returned from his evening ablution,
And trundled the barrow straight off to the shed;
And Mary arrived, and with stern resolution