Why thus so staid?
So sewing, so sewing, so sewing.
Is it stitching for somebody over the sea,
Or a slipper you’re making for impudent me?”
But without looking up she continued to be
Sewing, so sewing, so sewing.
And she sighed a deep sigh as
She sat on that seat
So sewing, so sewing, so sewing;
And her forehead was flushed with