An' while she was a-pickin' of them out--very careful indeed, and I'm always glad when them sort gets a few over-ripe ones--there was two other ladies talkin' over the fence.

An' one on 'em said to the other on 'em just like this-- "'I've told both gells to come, and they can doss in with M'ria and Jane, 'cause their boss and his missis is miles away and the kids too.
So they can just lock up the 'ouse and leave the gas a-burning, so's no one won't know, and get back bright an' early by 'leven o'clock.

And we'll make a night of it, Mrs Prosser, so we will.

I'm just a-going to run out to pop the letter in the post." And then the lady what had chosen the three ha'porth so careful, she said: "Lor, Mrs Wigson, I wonder at you, and your hands all over suds.

This good gentleman'll slip it into the post for yer, I'll be bound, seeing I'm a customer of his." So they give me the letter, and of course I read the direction what was written on it afore I shoved it into the post.