Returned from his visit; and straightway he sat
Beside her, remarking, The chairs were in place,
So he would sit near her, and view her sweet face.
So gayly they talked, as the minutes fast flew,
Discussing such matters as both of them knew,
While often Miss Bessie's sweet laugh answered back,
For Pat, be it known,
Had some wit of his own,
And in irony's efforts was sharp as a tack.
And finally Bessie his dancing tongue led,