To come along-side with his cotton umbrella.
But the shower didn’t come, and without a disaster,
They reached the huge Library—christened of Astor.
Then she shook down her skirts to their natural latitude—
Ahem’d once or twice—struck out a nice attitude—
And then she struck into this little oration,
Though I’m sure I don’t know where she learned declamation.
“Spirit, behold! these bending shelves
Are groaning ’neath the gathered store