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Out of the Market Place an alley led To Poultry Cross and old white Jocko sped Beneath its shelter and surveyed the stalls Which here sell hobby horse, tops and balls, And tins for little cakes. One stall was full Of button-cards and reels and hanks of wool, Another sold you sage and pansy roots, And this, red carpet-slippers, hob-nailed boots And clogs, and hanging on a string by twos A row of little russet leather shoes; Tears filled his eyes, he turned to look again,— “Those shoes,” said he, “are just like Betsey-Jane.”