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Out from the wrought-iron gate / Miss Perdee drives in state; / Miss Perdee wears the thin smile / And the sleeves of 1888.
Miss Perdee's face is stifled as a sonnet; / Upon her wire-tight hair a duck-shaped bonnet / Nests, nodding with a _cachepeigne_ / Of violets on it.
East Bay, some tea and talk, them home by King.
The horses have an antiquated plod; / The team is old, but not too old to balk / If driven north of Broad.
Miss Perdee wears the sure air of a queen, / Which only queens and Perdees can achieve.
The Perdees had blue blood in Adam's veins / When Adam had the rib he gave to Eve.
Back through the wrought-iron gate / Miss Perdee drives in state.
Miss Perdee lives down on the Battery!
Beyond debate.