She fixed her hairpins so’s her pug it couldn’t

tumble down,

An’ then says she, like bitin’ nails, “Take off

your coat, Hi Brown.”

Then Hiram Brown he got right down an’

begged an’ teased an’ prayed,

She hit him once—an easy clip—an’ then he

fairly brayed.

He acted out in master style;—why, sence he’s

come of age