“Why laughest, good mother!” “I laugh,” said she,
“To see yon ecru purp.”
A smile then smilèd the smug-faced lad.
(Sing lack-a-day, for the sunset red,)
“Then laugh no more, good gossip, because
The kettle is your’n,” he said.
The Shooting Times. February 11, 1887.
The Laundress and the Laidy.
All on a sofa fair Ada lay,