The ladies, though they chatted gaily, thought

Of lots and lots of things they'd like to say,

But couldn't then, you know, for they'd been taught

At such a time to smother feelings of the sort.

XCIII.

Pop went the corks, the ladies screamed with fear

And put their handkerchiefs before their face,

Then stuffed their ears so full they couldn't hear

And each one made a terrible grimace,

Begging that to some farther distant place

The bottles should be pointed; then, alas!

All ran away as though they ran a race,

When each had managed to upset her glass

On the corks banging, like a timid little (l)ass.

XCIV.

The ladies then, with one consent, declared

The gentlemen to be too good by half,

That angels with them could not be compared;

Then everybody had a hearty laugh;

The “charms” indulged in various little chaff

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