a shilling)—
How, when ev'rything was paid for; fun and fireworks
only stay'd for;
And my belle amie had eaten ev'rything that she was able;
Whilst the Resonant Steam-Dragon* (that's the tea—
pot), and the flagon
Of Lymphatic Cow (that's milk), stood smiling on the
arbor table,—
"Might she just step out and find her parasol she'd left
behind her?