Some relief must be had from the terrible flare
Of the midsummer sun, which would surely impair
The good health of Dame Simpson, now cross as a bear.
’Twas quite late in July and old Sol was aglow,
All the people had gone who had money to go
From the city to seek a few sniffs of fresh air,
And forgot for a season their burdens of care;
Then no wonder Dame Simpson was heard to declare
That the Joneses looked up with an insolent stare,
As she stood at her window exposed to the glare.