It didn't shine much, it was silk, but it kept in the shine.
When she came to my bedside, she sat down, just where you are sitting, Diamond, and laid her hand on the counterpane.

I was sitting up, with my table before me ready for my tea.

Her hand looked so pretty in its blue glove, that I was tempted to stroke it.

I thought she wouldn't be angry, for everybody that comes to the hospital is kind.

It's only in the streets they ain't kind.