“Why,” he murmured, loth to leave her,
“Gather yarbs for chills and fever,
When a lovyer, bold and true,
Only waits to gather you?”
“Go,” she answered, “I’m not hasty;
I prefer a man more tasty:
Leastways, one to please me well
Should not have a beasty smell.”
“Haughty Huldah!” Hiram answered;
“Mind and heart alike are cancered: