‘Why, that’s what I never look at in a letter,’ the farmer replied:
‘Facts first! and now I’ll be parson.’ The Bridgeman women descried
A quiver on Mary’s eyebrows. One turned, and while shifting her comb,
Said low to a sister: ‘I’m certain she knows more than we about Tom.
She wants him now he’s a hero!’ The same, resuming her place,
Begged Mary to check them the moment she found it a tedious case.