LXXXI.

"And poor Juanna, too, the child's first night

Within these walls, to be broke in upon

With such a clamour—I had thought it right

That the young stranger should not lie alone,

And, as the quietest of all, she might

With you, Dudù, a good night's rest have known:

But now I must transfer her to the charge

Of Lolah—though her couch is not so large."

Share on Twitter Share on Facebook