Lolah demanded the new damsel’s name—
“Juanna.”—Well, a pretty name enough.
Katinka asked her also whence she came—
“From Spain.”—“But where is Spain?”—“Don’t ask such stuff,
Nor show your Georgian ignorance—for shame!”
Said Lolah, with an accent rather rough,
To poor Katinka: “Spain’s an island near
Morocco, betwixt Egypt and Tangier.”