Betray by squirms how bored they feel.
At last Clorinda came to one
Marked “Dibbs,” that scarce seemed worth
her while;
But when she tried it on for fun,
It met the hat-pin with a smile,
As if to say, “Oh, beauteous miss,
Even a stab from you is bliss!”
“The very thing! but thrown away
Upon a hat!” Clorinda cried.