She was costumed, no doubt, with the greatest propriety,
In the very extreme of the reigning fashion.
Well! she stopped to listen, a minute or more,
To the fellow’s mischievous harangue, before
She resolved what to do; then she stepped to the door
Of an Astor Place car, and beckoned to him,
And he followed at once, while his audience scattered;
To tell the truth, he felt quite flattered,
And he smiled a smile most heavy and grim,
For he thought he’d awakened a tender passion