"Most everythink—washin' and cleanin', and cookin', and twenty other things besides."
Peggy gave a little shake of her head.
"I don't think I'll go to No. 9. I should like to live in a bigger street than this. I'm on the look-out for a house with a garding!"
"Why don't yer go to a Registry?" suggested Eliza. "That's where I should go, only uncle were so wild for me to come 'ere."
"What's a Registry?" asked Peggy. "'Tis where they marries folks, ain't it?"
"No, silly! Yer puts your name down, and what yer can do, and then when a lady comes along, they giv' yer name to her, and she sees yer, and if she likes yer she takes yer."
Peggy's eyes shone.
"That's first-rate. I'll go this afternoon, and I'll put on my best black. Where is there one?"
"The girl at No. 14 who's just come, tells me there's one in Friars Street, No. 54."
Peggy repeated this to herself, and walked home radiant. She did not tell Mrs. Croak of her intention, for she had a fear that she might stop her. In this conjecture she was right. Mrs. Creak was old-fashioned, and did not think much of Registries. She had told Peggy she had mentioned her to the Bible-woman and to the district visitor, and they had both promised to look-out for a place for her. But Peggy found waiting was a trial, and so she took her future into her own hands, and when she was arrayed in her black frock and hat, she informed Mrs. Jones that she was going out to look for a place.