She entered, looking left and right,
He rose, and gave his seat;
“Pray do not rise on my account,”
She said in accents sweet.
“N – no, I don’t;” he stammered out,
And rubbed himself a bit;
“Fact is, there’s pins – somewhere – I guess,
I do not care to sit.”
March 15, 1895
Pub. in
Boston Courier,
March 24,
1895
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