What?
I must apply somewhere.

Where?
"Did she know of any place in the neighbourhood where a servant was wanted ?" "Nay; she couldn't say." "What was the chief trade in this place?
What did most of the people do ?" "Some were farm labourers; a good deal worked at Mr.Oliver's needle-factory, and at the foundry." "Did Mr.Oliver employ women ?" "Nay; it was men's work." "And what do the women do ?" "I knawn't," was the answer.

"Some does one thing, and some another.
Poor folk mun get on as they can." She seemed to be tired of my questions: and, indeed, what claim had I to importune her?
A neighbour or two came in; my chair was evidently wanted.

I took leave.
I passed up the street, looking as I went at all the houses to the right hand and to the left; but I could discover no pretext, nor see an inducement to enter any.

I rambled round the hamlet, going sometimes to a little distance and returning again, for an hour or more.