“Men are so scarce,” she urged, “I fear
There are n’t enough to go
Around—now is it right, my dear,
That you should waste them so?
I weep to think of all the men
You’ve spoiled ere now,” said she.
“And if you eat the rest, why, then
What will be left for me?”
The hours flew by; she took no rest
Till twilight, when at last