I now their pardon must implore.
But if, dear Miss, they soil so soon,
I wish some others you had brought;
As all our party to confine
On their account you kindly thought.
But now that we have seen your best,
At the next visit which you pay;
I hope that you will suit your dress
To a soft seat among the hay.”
Displeas’d, and frowning, up she rose,