Or piebald horse had moulted all its spots.
Most feared he, though, lest she who had agreed
To act Godiva, having slept on it,
Should from her bargain flinch; so sought he her
With, "Well, and ride you through the town to-day?"
And she—for eggs and toast had made her bold—
"Ay, that will I!" Then he: "'Tis well!" and went
And whistled as he walked.
She, left alone,
When the effect of eggs and toast had gone,