"Nor is it usual for a lady to climb up on a desk," said Moore.
"You think you know a lot about women, don't you?"
"I am always willing to learn more," responded the victorious poet, blithely.
"Oh, dear," sighed the girl, "I don't dare jump with these high-heeled slippers on."
"I observe that your tastes are elevated, even in shoes. Give me the ruffle and I 'll help you down."
"No, sir, you shall not have it."
"Hurry, I think I hear some one coming," exclaimed Moore in an alarmed tone.
"Do help me down."
"The ruffle first."