The ham too?” “Exquisite!” “And then the birds?”
“Perfection!” “And the fish?” “Beyond all words!”
“’Tis true that we had hardly room to sit.”
“Nay, ’twas a pleasure, when one sat by you;
But if, dear ma’am, I jogged your arm a bit,
Trust me, ’twas what I could not choose but do.”
“Don’t mention it. You suffered, I suspect?
I’m stout, you see!” “An excellent defect!”
“Indeed?” “Indeed! That face now, in my eyes,
Blooms like May day. Long may it last in blow!”