"Ma! Ma! Did you see her? Over there!"

"See what my child? Tis impolite to stare."

"Ma, Twas an angel! With fiery red hair!"

"Dear one, come now,  please halt your stare."

"But Ma, see Ma, o'er yonder she stands!"

"Impertinent child, you heard my demands!"

"Dear Ma, sweet Ma, see you not her flam'd strands?"

*"No child, I see naught. Now meet my demands."