...declared her master wrong — The parrot learned to call me " Fool ! " My life was like a London fog — What d' ye think of that, my cat? What d' ye think of that, my dog? My Susan's taste was superfine, As proved by bills that had no end ; 7 never had a decent coat —...

...placed, the deed was done ! Away we went in chaise-and-four, As fast as grinning boys could flog—- What d' ye think of that, my Cat ? What d' ye think of that, my Dog ? What loving tete-a-tetes to come ! But tete-a-tetes must still defer ! When Susan came to live with...

...never had a coin to spend ! She forced me to resign my club, Lay down my pipe, retrench my grog— What d' ye think of that, my cat ? What d' ye think of that, my dog ? Each Sunday night we gave a rout To fops and flirts, a pretty list; And when I tried to steal away...

...vulgar set ! Poor Tompkinson was snubbed and huffed, She could not bear that Mister Blogg — What d'ye think of that, my cat? What d' ye think of that, my dog ? At times we had a spar, and then Mamma must mingle in the song — The sister took a sister's part...

.../never had a com to spend ! She forced me to resign my o!uh, Lay down my pipe. retrench my grog — What d' ye think of that, my cat ? What d' ye think of that, my dug ? . Each Sunday night we gave a rout To fops and flirts, a pretty list ; And when I tried to steal...

...learned to use her tongue ; Her mother had such wretched health, She sat and croaked like any frog. What d' ye think of that, my cat ? What d' ye think of that, my dog ? No longer Deary, Duck, and Love, I soon came down to simple " M — ; The very servants crossed my...

...Susan brought a favorite maid. She had a tabby of her own, — A snappish mongrel christened Gog, — What d' ye think of that, my cat ? What d' ye think of that, my dog ? The monkey bit — the parrot screamed, All day the sister strummed and sung ; The petted maid was...

...I had a curious dream, Miss Susan Bates was Mrs. Mogg ; What d'ye think of that, my cat t What d'ye think of that, my dog ? I have, however, met with...seemingly excessive care and affection for a dumb brute is but the outpouring of love turned back upon themselves, or never led in the right human direction....

...I had a curious dream, Miss Susan Bates was Mrs. Mogg ; What d'ye think of that, my cat 1 What d'ye think of that, my dog ? I have, however, met with inconsiderate people —grown-up people, I mean—who have laughed at the animal pets of old maids. Poor ladies ! depend upon it, in many a case...

...learned to use her tongue ; Her mother had such wretched health, She sat and croaked like any frog. What d' ye think of that, my cat ? What d' ye think of that, my dog ? No longer Deary, Duck, and Love, I soon came down to simple " M — ;" The very servants crossed...