Ern gave the lad a glance and turned to Anna,
Jim might have been in China by his manner.
'Still walking out?' 'As you are.' 'I'll be bound.'
'Can you talk gipsy yet, or plait a kipe?'
'I'll teach you if I can when I come round.'
'And when will that be?' 'When the time is ripe.'
And Jimmy longed to hit the man a swipe
Under the chin to knock him out of time,
But Anna stayed: she still had twigs to lime.
'Come, Anna, come, my dear,' he muttered low.