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MY lady has a tea-gown / That is wondrous fair to see, -- / It is flounced and ruffed and plaited and puffed, / As a tea-gown ought to be; / And I thought she must be jesting / Last night at supper when / She remarked, by chance, that it came from France, / And had cost but two pounds ten.
Had she told me fifty shillings, / I might (and wouldn't you? ) / Have referred to that dress in a way folks express / By an eloquent dash or two; / But the guileful little creature / Knew well her tactics when / She casually said that that dream in red / Had cost but two pounds ten.