Tt was perfectly sweet—an adorable hat.
There was not a suspicion of doubt. about that. It was lapped in the softest of tissues that are, And tenderly placed in the back of the For the thought of that gem a suit-case confined Was enough to unhinge my poor Phyllis's Rind; But if placed on the top of the luggage "twas clear Phot from crushing at least there was nothing to fear, Than by high wooded downs and by valleys serene, Affording a constantly altering scene, We journed as swiftly as roads would allow Till we halted for lunch at the sign of the Plough, But my Phyllis emitted a ery of despair, For, alas! it was plain that that hat wasn't there, That lovely creation had certainly flown, And was probably drifting around on its own, We lunched, but the joy had gone of the day (Though I bear: other's griefs inthe pluckiest way And when Phyllis suggested that we might retrace Some part of our route, though it seemed that the case Was hopeless enough, 1 w: forced to consent And back on our tracks we accordingly went For mile after mile; but ne hat could we see. Where on earth could the foolish young wanderer be? The at last in the grass by the side of the road A something sus} fous undoubtedly showed. And L caried in a voice with emotion gone f "We have found it at last! °Tis the hat! Tis the hat? Twas that treasure indeed, and I'm. happy to say In perfect cond ion in every way.
And looking as if it had never come unstuck. T ask you, dear render, now wasn't that luck?
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.