Penny Pieces

'I keep it, dear papa, within my glove.' 'You do-what sum then usually, my love, Is there deposited? I make no doubt, Some penny pieces you are not without.' 'O no, papa, they'd soil my glove, and be Quite odious things to carry. O no-see, This little bit of gold is surely all That I shall want; for I shall only call For a small purchase I shall make, papa, And a mere trifle I'm to buy mamma; Just to make out the change: so there's no need To carry penny pieces, sir, indeed.' 'O now I know then why a blind man said Unto a dog which this blind beggar led,- 'Where'er you see some fine young ladies, Tray, Be sure you lead me quite another way. The poor man's friend fair ladies used to be; But now I find no tale of misery Will ever from their pockets draw a penny:' The blind man did not see they wear not any.'