(O, for a brandy and soda, she sighed),
It was four in the afternoon, and gay
Was the outside world, but Ada must stay
In her room, and thus she cried,
“Could I but join the happy throng.”
(And O, for a brandy and soda she sighed),
“That under my windows pass along
To Short’s, or to Finch’s, I’d soon be gone,
Or to the Inventions glide.”
She took down an “afternoon tea-book” to read,