Mabel contrived to squeeze her,
For though Kit stared with all her might,
The sunflow’r did not please her.
“Well, well, why don’t you answer me?
Why don’t you say it’s pretty?”
But still she could or would not see,—
She was perverse, was Kitty.
“Sweet mistress, pray restrain your ire,”
Said Kit in trepidation;
“Why must I say that I admire,