Attending to matters and things.
There is cool for all in the busy town—
For the girls in their sealskin sacques—
For the dainty dudes idling up and down,
With overcoats on their backs;
And the horse-cars lurch and the people run
And the bell at the bridgeway rings—
But never perspires a single one,
Attending to matters and things.
What though the shivering mercury wanes—