Without long waiting in the dirt, and drizzle,

To ring for him at once;—and not to knock for Crow,—

Nor Twizzle.

Besides he now began to feel

The want of it was rather ungenteel;

For he had, often, thought it a disgrace

To hear, while sitting in his room, above,

Twizzle’s shrill maid, on the first landing-place,

Screaming, “a man below vants Mister Shove!”

The bell was bought; the wire was made to steal