Were put up to auction, and Master Blair thought it
Seemed a famous investment, bid for it and bought it,
And fitted it up in extremely bad taste;
But scarce had he placed
His foot o’er the threshold,—the very first night,
He woke up in a fright,
Being roused from his sleep by a terrible cry
Of ‘Fire!’—had only a minute to fly
In his shirt, Mrs. Blair in her⸺Well, never mind,
In the dress she had on at the time; while behind