"Lord bless you, Moggy, if he's not angry, you surely should not be; I
give a joke, and I can take one. You surely are not jealous?"

"Indeed I am though, and always shall be of anyone who plays with my
Jemmy."

"Or if he plays with anything else?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Yes, indeed! then you must be downright jealous of his fiddle, Moggy,"
replied Nancy; "but never mind, you sha'n't be jealous now about
nothing. I'll sing you a song, and then you'll forget all this." Nancy
Corbett then sang as follows:

Fond Mary sat on Henry's knee,
"I must be home exact," said he,
"And see, the hour is come."
"No, Henry, you shall never go
Until me how to count you show;
That task must first be done."

Then Harry said, "As time is short,
Addition you must first be taught;--
Sum up these kisses sweet;

"Now prove your sum by kissing me:--
Yes, that is right, 'twas three times three--
Arithmetic's a treat.