│11│folk │Screaming voice of Betty cries: │ │ │ │ │"If you please, it's time to rise." │ △ ⚹ ☉ │ │12│joke │Up you start, and, on the sheet, │ │ │ │ │Find your breath is chang'd to sleet; │is very old:│ │13│in │Tow'rds the glass you turn your view, │ │ │ │ │Find your nose of purple hue, │ │ │14│grin │Looking very like, I trow, │ If no snow │ │ │ │Beet-root in a field of snow. │ │ │15│out │You would longer lie, but nay, │ ☿ ♄ △ ♂ □ │ │ │ │Time is come,—you must away. │ │ │16│shout │Out you turn, with courage brave, │ │ │ │ │Slip on drawers,—and then to shave! │ should │ │17│cram │Seize the jug, and in a trice, │ │ │ │ │Find the water chang'd to ice: │ chance to │ │18│ham │Break the ice, and have to rue │ │ │ │ │That you've broke the pitcher too. │ fall │ │19│jam │Water would not run before; │ │ │ │ │Now, it streams upon the floor, │ │ │20│dram │Threat'ning with a fearful doom, │ □ ☌ ⚹ ☉ │ │ │ │Ceiling of the drawing-room. │ │ │21│twelfth │In the frenzy of despair, │ │ │ │ │You seize you don't know what, nor care, │ then │ │22│night │Mop up all the wet and dirt, │ │ │ │ │And find you've done it with your shirt; │ perhaps │ │23│bright │Your _only_ shirt,—all filth and slosh,— │ │ │ │ │_For all the rest are in the wash._ │ │ │24│sight │Into bed you turn again, │ ☿ △ ♂ ☉ ⚹ │ │ │ │Ring the bell with might and main, │ │ │25│bake │Stammer out to Betty, why │ □ ♄ │ │ │ │'Twixt the sheets you're forc'd to lie, │ │ │26│cake │'Till, pitying your feelings hurt, │ │ │ │ │She dabs you out another shirt. │ no frost │ │27│nice │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │28│slice │ │ ☉ □ △ │ │ │ │ │ │ │29│twice │ │ │ │ │ │ │ at all. │ │30│quaff │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │31│laugh │ │ ♃ △ ☍ □ ♂ │