But quick his action, sharp his eye
As loud he shouted, “Who will buy
A Sloper.”
“Stay!” said an old man, “stay, my boy,
Who ought to be your mother’s joy,
Linger a while, and give to me
(For I would wish amused to be)
A Sloper.”
“Here!” said a maiden, sad yet “swell,”
In accents like a silver bell,