This was the froward child, "the restif lamb
Used to be cherished in his breast," he groaned—
"Eat from his hand and drink from out his cup,
The while his fingers pushed their loving way
Through curl on curl of that soft coat—alas,
And she all silverly baaed gratitude
While meditating mischief!"—and so forth.
He must invent another story now!'
The ins and outs o' the rooms were searched: he found
Or showed for found the abominable prize—