44 THE CAROLINA PARROT. 
You, yourself, laid down your gun,—overcome 
by the sight, 
And said you would not shoot again, at least 
that night ! 
Heigh-ho! I am just ready to cry! 
And I think I shall cry before I have done! 
(She cries like a child.) 
There, now, I am better! but my throat is 
quite hot ; 
Can’t I have a glass of water ?—(She coughs.) 
Bless me, what a cold I’ve got! 
Do, shut that window, Jenny, or we shall all 
die of cold; 
And mend the fire, can’t you, as you already 
have been told! 
And let’s have a cup of tea, for I’m just tired 
to death. 
What a shocking cold it is! and I’m so short 
of breath !—/(She coughs again.) 
(She speaks in another voice.) 
Tea’s ready, if you please. Ready is it? 
With the water in the pot? 
Yes, ma'am! Well, then, I’ll go and have my 
tea, while the muffin’s hot! 
Evit Pouu. 
