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Mrs. Leander came to town,

Ogled us deftly up and down;

Paused at Mrs. O'Reilly's door,

Complimented her sycamore;

Drew from her brogue in a charming way

Humor to leaven a limp soirée;

Fished up a moral to tell the club

Out of her foaming laundry tub;

Picked from her sleeve with a tactful art

Mrs. O'Reilly's Irish heart;

Halved and quartered it, pit and pith,

Carried it home to conjure with,