She came full butt on Mr. Hilton.
The Keeper mute, with staring eyes,
Like a lay-figure for surprise,
At last thus stammer’d out, “How now?
Woman—where, woman, is your ticket,
That ought to let you through our wicket?”
Says woman, “Where is David’s Cow?”
Said Mr. H——, with expedition,
“There’s no Cow in the Exhibition.”
“No Cow!”—but here her tongue in verity,