With huge umbrella, lank and brown, Unerringly she pinned it down, Right through the centre of the crown. Then, with an aspect cold and grim, Regardless of its battered rim, She took it up and gave it him.
Tea is Tea.
Let thy scant knowledge find increase. Thy well-bred manners were enough, Without such gross material stuff. That is, the Present Company. He, aiming blindly in the dark, With random shaft had pierced the mark. She felt that her defeat was plain, Yet madly strove with might and main To get the upper hand again.