I shunned her kind but searching eye,
And half resolved, I’d not reply,
As I had nothing good to tell,
My silence might do just as well.
I thought she’d find out, soon enough,
My manners were a little rough,
And did not want to disenchant
My new-made friend, and city aunt.
So, looking meek and kind of shy,
I paused, before I made reply;