Most of all
she was delighted with her slippers. A hundred times that morning she
looked down, wiggled her toes and moved her feet so that she could see
them better. Between whiles she copied over and over:
_LILY
Miss L. P. O'Halloran daily went walking,
In slippers so nifty the neighbours were talking.
The minute she raised her gay pink parasol
The old red cow began to friskily bawl.
When they observed the neat coat on her back,
All the guineas in the orchard cried: "Rack! Pot rack!"
She was so lovely a bird flying her way,
Sang "Sweet, sweet, sweet!" all the rest of the day._
Peter came in to visit a few minutes, so she gave him the slate to see if
he could read her copy, and by this ruse she found what the lines were.
She was so overjoyed she opened her lips and then clapped both hands over
them, to smother the ejaculation at her tongue's end. To distract Peter
she stuck out her foot and moved it for him to see.
"Ain't that pretty, an' jus' as soft and fine?" she asked.
"Yes," said Peter.
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