LITTLE MISS PROPRIETY.
ainty little maiden,
Sitting there in state,
While the music's calling,
And the dancers wait.
"A courtly little beau
For your hand is waiting:
What is it, my dear,
That you are debating?
"Do the pretty slippers
Pinch your tiny feet?
Tell me quickly, dearie,
Why you keep your seat."
Little maiden answers,
Anger in her face,
"We's not bin intodoost:
It's twite a disgwase!"
Mary Lang.
"she saw a cat's face looking up at her."