How many apples have you had?’
She answered: ‘Only seven.’
‘And are you sure you took no more,
My little maid?’ quoth I.
‘Oh, please, sir, mother gave me four,
But they were in a pie.’
‘If that’s the case,’ I stammered out,
‘Of course you’ve had eleven.’
The maiden answered with a pout:
‘I ain’t had more nor seven.’