me!" she did plead;
"I'm not a spotted pig, indeed!"
While her Mama screamed out, "You're not
My Jane!"--and fainted on the spot.
And her Papa desired to know
Who was the master of the show?
But he, as afterwards transpired,
Had very modestly retired.
Then everyone had much ado
To bring Jane's fainting mother to:
At last she sat up with a start,
And pressed her darling to her heart.
"My Jane!" she cried, "my Jane!! my Jane!!!"
And seemed inclined to faint again.
[Illustration: "_Fainted on the spot_"]
When Jane regained her native hearth
She had a very thorough bath:
But tho' she used all soaps then known,
And soda too, and pumice-stone,
She sadly saw she still had got
More than one noticeable spot!
And so poor Miss Jemima Jane
Tho' still more good, is still more plain.
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Plain Jane, by G. M. George