"Lor, 'Awwee!" lisped Lil, "thith ith
thplendid! But 'adn't we better sthand by?
Thee 'ow thpiffing they thpinth, thoth sthwell
lydith! No,'Awwee, I don't like ter twy.
Fanthy me in my cotton pwint wobbling
among thuch A-wonnerth ath thoth!
Look at 'er in the kniekerth and gaiterth, and
thpot t'otherth Balbriggan hoth!"
Poor Lil! She's no clarss, not comparative.
Ain't got no savvy, yer see;