In a raucous voice of command:
“I want some gloves, of a pearl-gray tint,
To be wearin’ upon me hand.”
The man bowed low and had turned to go
Towards the place where the gloves were sold,
With “walk this way”—when Mrs. M. lo!
Stopped and looked at that figure bold.
She gazed at his legs, then fairly yelled,
As she looked him o’er and o’er,
“Me walk that way, no, not if I’m held;