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And Betty, now at Susan's side,
Is in the middle of her story,
What comfort Johnny soon will bring,
With many a most diverting thing,
Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory.

And Betty's still at Susan's side:
By this time she's not quite so flurried;
Demure with porringer and plate
She sits, as if in Susan's fate

Her life and soul were buried.

But Betty, poor good woman she, You plainly in her face may read it, Could lend out of that moment's store Five years of happiness or more,

To any that might need it.

But yet I guess that now and then
With Betty all was not so well,
And to the road she turns her ears,
And thence full many a sound she hears,
Which she to Susan will not tell.

Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans; “As sure as there's a moon in heaven,” Cries Betty, “he'll be back again; “They'll both be here—'tis almost ten“They'll both be here before eleven.”

Poor Susan moans, poor Susan groans;
The clock gives warning for eleven ;
"Tis on the stroke—“If Johnny's near,”
Quoth Betty “ he will soon be here,

“As sure as there's a moon in heaven."

The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight,
—The Moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease;
And Susan has a dreadful night.

And Betty, half an hour ago,
On Johnny vile reflections cast:
“A little idle sauntering Thing !”
With other names, an endless string,

But now that time is gone and past.

And Betty's drooping at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
“How can it be he is so late 2
“The Dočtor he has made him wait,
“Susan' they'll both be here anon.”

And Susan's growing worse and worse,
And Betty's in a sad quandary;
And then there's nobody to say
If she must go or she must stay !

—She's in a sad quandary.

The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Dočtor nor his Guide
Appear along the moonlight road;
There's neither horse norman abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.

And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad mischances not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,
Or lost perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.

She prefaced half a hint of this
With, “God forbid it should be true !”
At the first word that Susan said
Cried Betty, rising from the bed,
“Susan, I'd gladly stay with you.

“I must be gone, I must away,
“Consider, Johnny's but half-wise;
“Susan, we must take care of him,
“If he is hurt in life or limb"—
“Oh God forbid!” poor Susan cries.. .

“What can I do?” says Betty, going, “What can I do to ease your pain : “Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay; “I fear you're in a dreadful way, “But I shall soon be back again."

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