(Instead of sound sparkling October)
They're frightened about you, my dear—
(You, at present in two senses, dear!)
They would scan the far future, and probe her,
But can't—and it makes them feel queer;
As you sit by the fire, looking sober,
You make them sit up and feel queer.
IV.
Your sisters, whose airs are unpleasant,
Regard you with arrogant scorn—