"Oh dear," said weeping Baines Carew,
"This is the direst case I know"—
"I'm grieved," said Bagg, "at paining you,
To Cobb and Polterthwaite I'll go.
"To Cobb's cold calculating ear
My gruesome sorrows I'll impart"—
"No; stop," said Baines, "I'll dry my tear
And steel my sympathetic heart!"
"She makes me perch upon a tree,