It's Dividend Day at the Bank.
"Dear uncle," says Miss,
With a smile and a kiss,
"How rosy you're looking to-day!
Stay! stop! stand you still!
There's a fly on your frill!
Psh! there, now I've brush'd it away.
And here, look, dear nunks, is a beautiful purse:
There, take it—no words—hush—don't thank!"
And another great buss