But pays like a man, if it breaks him or kills,
With an air that’s resigned and contented.
And then too, he’s ever so ready to go,
At the sound of the slightest suggestion,
To the opera, theater, lecture, or show;
Consenting at once, he never says no,
Nor looks bored and cross if it’s stupid or slow,
But retains the same happy expression.
He does not complain, in our travels, of trunks,
Or baskets, or bundles, or boxes,