And she coaxed him again, with a dainty kiss,
"Oh, sweetheart, come, be gay!"
But a spirit within, still held him down,
In a magical sort of way.
"I hope, that you don't imagine," said she,
"That I am a frivolous flirt,
I'm the woman, that's new, the fashion to-day,
With rational trunks, for skirt,
I can ride, on a bicycle, made for two,