And gaze on our truly superlative graces,
To note that the suitors by whom you’re attended
Come really remarkably well recommended,—
Buy it’s all in the point of view! How true!
It’s all in the point of view!
Tra la, tra la, tra la, tra la,—”
“Silence, rogues!” I cried, out of all patience at their impudence, but my daughter burst out laughing. It was ever her way to be amused rather than annoyed.
“Master Eyebrows!” shouted the first ballad singer. “Choose one of us for the tattered damsel! What will you take for her? Speak.”
“You shall have the Shears!” shouted the second ballad singer.
“The Shears of Sharpness!” shouted the third.