He. "How can I ever repay you for that delightful Waltz, Miss Golightly?"
She (whose train has suffered). "Oh, don't repay me. Settle with my Dressmaker!"
LINES IN PLEASANT PLACES.
The Street. Saturday Night.
(By an Eye-witness.)
On a Saturday night, in a crowded street, (The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!") Blue apron and cleaver and all complete, Surrounded with joints of the primest meat, Beef, mutton, heads, carcases, tails and feet, The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!"
A succulent chop on the counter lay, (The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!") When a Terrier, scenting an easy prey, Observed to himself, "What a fine display!" And he cooked his eye in a sapient way— The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!"
The Terrier jumped through the open sash; (The Butcher said "Buy! Buy!") To his infinite credit—he had no cash— Away with the chop like a lightning flash. (The Butcher, by way of a change, said "Dash!") The Terrier said "Bye! Bye!"