LXVII
For there was more magnificence behind:
She waved her handkerchief. “Ah, very grand!”
Cried Elfinan, and closed the window-blind;
“And, Hum, we must not shilly-shally stand,—
Adieu! adieu! I’m off for Angle-land!
I say, old Hocus, have you such a thing
About you,—feel your pockets, I command,—
I want, this instant, an invisible ring,—
Thank you, old mummy!—now securely I take wing.”