"If he weren't an A No. 1 dreamer, he'd be too serious to live, but be goes dreaming and maundering alongdreaming that things are about as he would like to have them.

It makes me maunder up an' deawn, like a gonnor wi' a nail in it's yed.

We'll have no saints, I say; far better for you, And no doubt pleasanterYou know your place At least you know your place,to take to cloisters, And there sit carding wool, and mumbling Latin, With sour old maids, and maundering Magdalens, Proud of your frost-kibed feet, and dirty serge.