We'd like to tell you a story about a young girl, about 18 years old, about five foot two, and about to go out.
Now her mother, realising it was the first time out with a young man, called her aside and said,
Minnie, you're all dressed up in your finery, your best clothes, and you look smashing.
But just remember everything I've told you, and be very, very careful.
But she had to go and lose it at the Aston.
She didn't take her mother's good advice.
Now there aren't so many girls today who have one, and she'd never let it go at any price.
They searched the place from penthouse to the cellar, in every room and underneath each bed.
Once they thought they saw it lying on a pillow, but they found it belonged to someone else instead.
But she had to go and lose it at the Aston.
She didn't know exactly who to blame, and she couldn't say just how or when she lost it.
She only knew she had it when she came.
They questioned all the bellboys and the porter.
The chef appeared to be the guilty guy, and the doorman also acted quite suspicious.
But he coyly said, I'm sure it wasn't her.
But she had to go and lose it at the Aston.
It nearly killed her mother and her dad.
Now they felt as bad about the thing as she did.
After all, it was the only one she had.
They'd just about completed all their searching, when the chauffeur walked up with it in his hand.
All they did was stand and gape, there was Minnie's sable cape, and she thought that she had lost it at the Aston.
If you'd been around before, you should know what she did.
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