No, not a soul there, left nor right,
Her very chicks were out o' sight.
So down I jump'd, and 'Ciss!' I cried,
But not a sign of her outside.
With thet into the house I ran,
But found no sight of gel or man—
All empty. Thinks I, 'this is queer!'—
Look'd in the dairy—no one theer;
Then loiter'd round the kitchen' track
Into the orchard at the back: