"And 'ow did you stick your caps on, please 'm? Did you have longer hair than mine?"
"Well, yes, I think I had a fine lot in those days, and I plaited it neatly and had a nice flat cap, not one o' these cockatoo sort o' arrangements that girls wear nowadays."
"And tell me now about the rooms, please 'm!"
Mrs. Creek began her descriptions, that had already been given to Peggy many and many a time before; but the child listened with open mouth and eyes, until small customers began to crowd in. It was Saturday, and fathers had come home from their work with pence to spare. Mrs. Creek had to put aside her reminiscences for the time, and, after waiting a little longer, Peggy reluctantly departed with her charge.
A sharp-faced girl soon joined her outside.
"'Ulloo, Peg! H'aint seen you for years."
"Where have you bin?" demanded Peggy.
"I've j'ined the boot factory, and, I say! H'our Emma has gone to be a slavey!"
"Has she? Where? I wish I could!"
"You be a pair o' sillies, the two on yer! Catch me bein' a slavey! No, not I!"