“ACCUSTOMED TO THE CARE OF CHILDREN.”
THE BOX SEAT.
And, affidavit-like, he clench’d
Her shilling with an oath.
Said she, “I’ll have you fined for this,
And soon it shall be done,
I’ll have you up at Worship Street,
You wicked one, naught one!”
And sure enough at Worship Street
That Friday week they stood;
She said bad language he had used,
And thus she “made it good.”
“He said two shilling was his fare,
And wouldn’t take no less—
I said one shilling was enough,—
And he said C—U—S!