Who a party stopp’d of three
(A father and his children twain):
“Wilt sail to-day?” quoth he.
“My yacht she lieth off the shore:
A shilling each you’ll pay.”
The father slowly shook his head—
“I thank you—not to day.
“I see your yacht upon the shore,
Dancing right merrily;
But then my wife, ere we came out,