The Counter-march

Tramp, tramp, tramp! With the morning clocks at ten, 8he skimmed the street wltli footsteps fleet. And hustlcd the tlniid men; Tramp, tramp, tramp! She entered tlie dry goods store And with echoing tread the ilauce ghe led All over the crowded Hoor. She charged the thrvng where the bargalns wei, And everybody n ade way for lier; Wherever she saw a painted sign 8he made for that spot a prompt bee line; Whatever was old or whntever was new She had it down and she looked it through; Whatever it was that caught her eye She'd stop and price, and pretend to buy. But 'twas either too bad r ommon or good, Boshe did, and sho wouldnt and didn't and would. And round the counters and up the stairs, In attlc and basement and every wheres; The 3alesmen fainted and cash boys üropped, But atill she shopped, and slioppe 1, and shopped. And round, and round, and round and round, Like a winding toy with a key that's wound, She'd weave and wrigile and twlrl about, One way in and the other way out, Till men grew gid.ly to see her go. And by and by, wlien the sun was low, Homeward she dragged her weary way And had sent home the spoils of the day, A spool of silk and a hank of tincad - Eight ho;irs - ten cents - and a dame half deao