And to all, a good night.

Her eyes — how they twinkled! Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry.

And the helmet it encircled her head like a wreath.

She had a broad face, and a little round belly that shook when she laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work, and fill'd all the tires then turn'd with a jerk. She sprung to her bike, to the town gave a whistle, and away she flew, like the down of a thistle.

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