Another old Drayton—as like as two peas—
The one at the table behind me a-readin’
An’ here on the step number Two stood—a-kneadin’
His long pointed chin
With his skinny old hand.
But he says very bland—
A-stickin’ his eye glass up tight in his eye,
With the black ribbon danglin’
“My good woman—I
Am your master’s twin brother.