At the Clarendon, in town,
Where I'm stopping: I am Algernon St. Clair.
Jenny.
My, though! What a pretty name!
Well, it really is a shame
You should have to go to town in such a plight.
There now, wouldn't Papa's do?
Oh, please look the papers through,
And I'll run upstairs, and soon fix you all right.
Jimmy B.