Why, my good Sir, I will engage
It is the marvel of the age;
For, mark you, they no longer use
Your clumsy, antiquated screws,
But just a simple catch and pin
That may be managed from within!"
He ceased, for we had reached a station
That chanced to be his destination.
"My home!" he murmured, with a sigh.
"Home—home! Sweet home!—Good-night!—Good-bye!"