Since it “comes with perfume laden”—as a moral—that is why.)
Simple toys had made them happy through a sultry summer day
(Two old boots and one dead kitten), then they quarrelled in their play,
’Mid the grime on Billy’s visage shone in streaks the angry red,
And he seized a handy brickbat, which he threw at Nellie’s head.
Little boys should love their sisters—here I might have had to paint
How the pretty, hapless maiden suddenly grew pale and faint;
How anon she drooped and faded, looking dove-like all the while,
Rending Billy’s little bosom with the sweetness of her smile!
But she didn’t. Nellie started—darted up each creaking stair