“She that was a Jew, and was baptised at Whitsuntide? I am glad to hear that.”
“Ay, she. I am not o’er sorry; she is a good neighbour, Jew though she be.”
“Then I reckon she will tarry here, and not go to dwell in the House of Converts in London town?”
“Marry, she will so, if she have any wisdom teeth left. I would not like to be carried away from all I know, up to yon big town, though they do say the houses be made o’ gold and silver.”
Avice smiled, for she knew better.
“Nay, Hildith, London town is built of brick and stone like Lincoln.”
“Is it, now? I always heard it was made o’ gold. But aren’t there a vast sight o’ folk there? nigh upon ten thousand?”
“Ay, and more.”
“However do they get victuals for them all?”
“I got mine when I lived there,” said Avice, laughing.