Nobody took any notice of her as she stood on the causey kerb,

All eager to sell her honey and apples and bunches of garden herb;

And if she had offered to give her wares and herself with them too that day,

I doubt if a soul would have cared to take a bargain so choice away.

But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace that morning as I passed nigh,

I went and I said “Poor maidy dear!—and will none of the people buy?”

And so it began; and soon we knew what the end of it all must be,

And I found that though no others had bid, a prize had been won by me.