And an appetite and a nameless ache
For soda-water, and ginger cake.
The Judge rode slowly into view—
Stopped his horse in the shade, and threw
His fine cut out, while the blushing Maud
Marvelled much at the kind he “chawed.”
He was “dry as a fish” he said with a wink
And kind o’ thought that a good square drink
Would brace him up. So the cup was filled
With the crystal wine that the old spring spilled;