But not a naked Father.”
“Aha—farewell—and now we’ll go,”
Said Laddy, smiling grimly;
He tried to head her for the door—
She started for the chimney.
“Come back—come back!” old Ullin cries,
“Not up there—that’s my larder;
You’ll ruin my meat and pies—
Come back an’ take my darter.”
By this the thing grew loud of pace,