The breakfast elect for her master.
Said she to herself, "Tis clear gain,—
This rarity, fresh from the water,
Will save my white mittens the stain—
And me from the trouble of slaughter!"
But her racket, she found to her cost,
The plot had most fatally thickened;
And all hope of mercy was lost,
As Jack's coming footstep was quickened.
He seized her, and binding her fast.