"This is Free Hedgercation in Shindy," sez I. "They're as mad as March hares,
All these Limboites, dear Miss DIANNER. We do it much better downstairs!"
She smiled kinder scoffish, I fancied, and give 'er white shoulders a hunch.
Says she; "I've no comments to make. It's along of my friend Mr. Punch
Whom the whole Solar System obeys, and the Court of Olympus respects,
That I wait on you 'ere, Mister ARRY. Pray what would you like to see next?"
"Well," sez I, with a glance at her gaiters, "I've heard you're a whale, Miss, at Sport.
Do you 'know anythink' wuth my notice?" She gave me a look of a sort,
As I can't put in words, not exactly, a sort o' cold scorch, dontcherknow.
That's a bit of a parrydocks p'raps; anyhow, it hurt wus than a blow.