Began to boil in me.
But as for the axe,
Oh, how he showed his keen, clear, flashing teeth,
As if he would bite into the heart of that shopman,
That shopman, so smooth-faced and smirk,
So smiling, so smooth-faced and smirk,
With his “yes marm” and “no marm!” “did you say
Calico
or
Tape? Joe, measure a yard of tape!”