Blushed up to the roots of his bulbous nose;
Still he crained his neck, and in passing by,
Gave a sinister wink with his dexter eye.
Quoth Maud to herself as on she passed,
“I’ve his royal nibs in tow at last;
My mother shall wear a seal skin sack—
My pa swing on his broadcloth black;
My brother shall sip his whiskey-skins,
And my sister revel in gay breast pins!”
Quoth the judge as he sauntered listless on,