The New Sister

Phil. SAY, Pete, do you like her?
Pete. Like! love her you mean!
Phil. Ain't she jolly and red?
Pete. And hurrah for her! just think of her head!
Phil. As big as a pippin, and round as a bullet!
Pete. And bald! oh! as bald as a newly-plucked pullet!
Phil. Did you look at her eyes too?
Pete. Of course; they are blue.
Phil. Not a bit of it--black!
Pete. Blue, I tell you--ask Jack!
Phil. Jack! I've eyes of my own that see better than his!
Pete. Brag on! but for once they have led you amiss.
Baby's eyes are blue--very!
Phil. As black as a berry!
Pete. Blue, you ninny! but s'pose we come down to her nose!
It's as funny and fat with an end like--
Phil. Like a rose?
Pete. No! a small dab of putty just tinted with pink!
Phil. Now, stoo-pid! how can you! I'm sure that I think
Nothing nicer than roses so dumpy and smug--
Pete. Pshaw! you mean it's a boo-ti-ful, boo-ti-ful pug!
Phil. Well, you naughty old Pete! you can't laugh at her chin!
Pete. Oh, no, it's the nattiest, sauciest, sweetest--
Phil. The nicest, completest,
Of arch little chins, with a dimple put in,
That winks up like a sunbeam,
Pete. And then her wee throat!
Phil. Her throat like egg-foam, or a syllabub boat
On a lake of clear cream!
Pete. And her arms; they are nice now; there's nothing can beat them!
Phil. So plump, round, and soft! I'm most ready to eat them!
Pete. Of course, Phil, you kissed her?
Phil. Oh, didn't I!
Pete. Well!
Phil. Well, I put my mouth down; I had something to tell;
Ah! close whispered close in the shy little ear,
That seemed to turn up, Pete, half coyly to hear,
And again, as I kissed her--
Pete. You blessed the good Lord for so jolly a sister!
Phil. Yes, I did!
Pete. So did I!
Phil. And now, Pete, 'tis but right
We should go in once more and bid "Baby" good night!