She-probblem a tearin' 'er 'air, whilst the he-probblem sucks 'is cigar;
Two gurl-probblems sniffing at Marriage, that played-out old farce—at sixteen!—
I thought we was fair up-to-date, Lil, but, bless yer, we're simply pea-green!"
And when we arrived at Lamb's Conduit Street, old Dannel 'Arris's shop,
His old Dutch got fair on the grind, and when started she's orkud to stop.
"New Woman?" sez she. "She's no clarss, Lil, and don't know a mite where she are.
Yah! We used to call 'em Old Cats; and a sootabler name, too, by far.
"There ain't nothink new in their Newness; it's only old garbige warmed up.
Mere bubble-and-squeak. The stale taters and greens on which poor people sup
Is 'olesome compared with sich offal. Yah! Weddings'll outlast that lot;