Looking in faces while working braces;
Never once heeding what they are reading,
But soiling one's hose by pressing one's toes;
Or else so zealous, and nice and jealous of all the fellows—
Darting fierce glances if ever one dances with a son of France's;
Or finding great faults, and threatening assaults whenever you "valtz;"
Or fuming and fussing enough for a dozen if you romp with your cousin;
Continually stopping, when out a-shopping, and bank-notes dropping,
Not seeking to win money, calling it "tin" money, and promising pin-money;
Liking picnics at Twickenham, off lovely cold chicken, ham, and champagne to quicken 'em;