They were sated at last, and turned from the door;
He, wondering whither she now would go—
And well he might—in an instant more
He was over shoes in the frozen snow;
While she coolly remarked, with a Camille cough,
That the North Pole was only a half a mile off.
How it was they got to their present location,
I’m sure I don’t know, and it’s not my vocation
To give the details of their quick locomotion.