The neighbouring town, at trifling cost, supplied.
If at the draper’s window Susan cast
A longing look, as with her goods she pass’d,
And, with the produce of the wheel and churn,
Bought her a Sunday - robe on her return;
True to her maxim, she would take no rest,
Till care repaid that portion to the chest:
Or if, when loitering at the Whitsun-fair,
Her Robert spent some idle shillings there;
Up at the barn, before the break of day,