This morning I put on my considering cap an' was a-thinking and a-thinking when who should pop her face in but my cousin Betty Higgins as lives at Hampstead.

'La, Betty,' I says, 'where have you dropped from ?' 'Ah,' says she, 'you may well say that.

I've been a-comin' for goodness knows how long knowin' as my clothes line was a-gettin' as rotten as rotten could be.

Yesterday the wind caught the sheets and blankets as I'd just hung out an' down they all plumped on a muddy patch an' had to be dropped in the tub again.

I wasn't a-goin' to have that happen a second time so I've come up to buy a new line in Long Lane an' some soap at Couplands an' here I be as large as life.' That put a notion in my head, Lavvy, my dear.