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