IV. Breakfast.
Reading edition
That I did not see Frances just now I am glad:
For Winifred says, she look'd sullen and sad.
When I ask her the reason I know very well,
That Frances will blush the true reason to tell.
And I never again shall expect to hear said,
That she pouts at her milk with a toast of white
bread;
When both are as good as can possibly be,
Though Betsy, for breakfast, perhaps may have
tea.
