A maiden sat, 'mid kith and kin,
While bent, impatient to begin,
Egg-shell she o'er.
Ye Paterfamilias.
His brow was staid; his eyes beneath
Were closed. Not so his lips and teeth,
Whence, like a copper clarion rung
"Grace before meat." Still, listening, hung
Egg-shell she o'er.
Hys remonstrance.