"What rooms do you require?"
It wasn't my intention, to move upon that day,
My humor was to dawdle, in idle sort of way,
So left it to her option, if twenty rooms or one,
In earth upon the basement, or garret near the sun.
She showed her approbation of my eccentric style,
And greeted me politely, with confidential smile,
"I have a room, the lodger is yet remaining there,
But leaving soon—I'll show it, if you will step the stair.—
She mounted up before me, her little cloak, like wings,