Of course ’twas false, but how he got to bed he never knewed!
Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth.
Innspruchk. 1854.
The Baby in the Train.
“Why is there not a Compartment ‘for Babies only’?”
The Crusty Philosopher.
How merrily, how cheerily, we ride along the rail!
We think not of the driving rain, nor care about the gale!
I’m comfortably seated in a snug back corner seat,