And then she donned quickly a hat and a sack—
Seized quicker a parasol; then without fear,
She faced the long mirror with eyes all a-cheer
With some inspiration, that strangely did lend
To a spine badly bent an additional bend.
Pray what was she doing? you ask, all amazed,
Perhaps you imagine the girl was quite crazed,
Or trying a cure—and that’s madness enough—
With “similia similibus” ideas and such stuff.
Oh, no! my dear Reader; she’s simply intent