Cake batter, with a bit of lemonReturning, with a letter, which she laid

Upon the kitchen-table while she made
A hasty crock of “float,”-poured thence into
A deep glass dish of iridescent hue
And glint and sparkle, with an overflow
Of froth to crown it, foaming white as snow.-
and then-poundcake, and jelly-cake as rare,
For its delicious complement,-with air
Of Hebe mortalized, she led her can
Of votaries, rounded by The Hired Man.