Was glaring down at me,
Because I chanced to have a seat
And she did not, you see.
“But I rose very quickly
And offered her my seat.
’Twas a question whether she or I
Should stand upon my feet.
Ouch!”
Teacher. “Now we’ll have yours, Etta.”
Etta. “Please, teacher, I ain’t thought of mine yet.” (Nudges Fanny.) “You g’wan, Fanny.”