A maid conducted me to a corner where I was out of harm's way and
regaled me with delicacies when the courses were served, oh it was
fine! The chef prepared certain dishes for the king and I saw the
butler taste of the viands that were placed on crown-marked dishes of
porcelain and gold. He also tasted the king's wine.
When at last I grew sleepy, kind maids arranged a couch of snowy
linen for me, and I slept until the banquet royal was over when the
guests returned to their homes.
But me lord, the butler, eyed me with questioning curiosity.
"Aw me lad, h'and where did your father get 'is blooming costume?" he
asked.
"Mother supplied it, good sir," I answered.
"Hi say, me lad," he laughed, "your mother h'is a grand lydie, you
tike me word for h'it; h'in h'England they would decorate that suit
with the h'order h'of the garter!"
"Honi soit, qui mal y pense!" I lisped.
A MAID OF YAVAPAI.
To S. M. H.
(AN IDYLLIC SKETCH.)
People from every land sojourn in Arizona.
From the Atlantic's sandy coasts, the icy shores of crystal lakes,
from turbid miasmatic swamps--east, north and south, they come.
Over mountain, canyon and gulch they roam, prospecting nature's
grandest wonders.
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