Angela. Hague."
My passionate admiration of the courage of the young lady of Norway made me always insist on taking the principal part when it came to her turn. The neighbors used to drop in of an evening, and add the enthusiasm of an audience to our own. They were specially proud of me as almost native-grown, and my eagerness to show off the attractions of the young lady of Norway generally resulted in my suppressing Louie's final rhyme. This was what we made of it:—
Angela. "There was a young lady of
Louie. Norway
Angela. Who occasionally sat in the
Louie. doorway;
Angela. When the door squeezed her
Louie. flat,
Angela. She exclaimed, 'What of
Louie. that?'