And little urchins mocking cry,
"Oh, ain't he swallowed lots o' starch?"
She laughed not, for she heard a chime:
"Eleven o'clock!" she said.
"I wonder if 'twill be in time?
I would that I were wed."
How swiftly now the minutes pass.
With ribbons, laces, pins, and thread—
With peeps into the looking-glass,
And tossings of the pretty head.