His mother happened in to see
Her daughter: "Where is Mrs. B——?"
"When will she come, do you suppose?"
Son!—"
"Here she goes, and there she goes!"
"Here!—where?"—the lady in surprise
His finger followed with her eyes;
"Son! why that steady gaze and sad?
Those words,—that motion,—are you mad?
But here's your wife, perhaps she knows,