And I loved her the more when I heard
Such filial regard for the Cave.
My shelves they are furnished with stones,
All sorted and labelled with care,
And a splendid collection of bones,
Each one of them ancient and rare.
One would think she might like to retire
To my study—she calls it a “hole,”
Not a fossil I heard her admire,
But I begged it, or borrowed,—or stole.