Seeking if someone has not cast away
A worn-out shadow that could be patched up
To fit me!
Beeswax.
O poor Peter! See! Here’s mine! [She stands so that the hearth-glow throws her shadow on the wall.]
Do take it for a Christmas present!
Peter Schlemihl.
[Looks at the shadow, then shakes his head.] Kind
The thought, but think how funny I should look,
A long, lank boy, when walking heel to heel