Peeper. A Learned Author to be sure,—let me see that, Mrs. Wheedle.
Milliner. Here, Mrs. Peeper, 'tis the Second Volume; the first only shews an Alphabetical Index of the most notable Pieces which enter into the Composition of a Commode.
Mrs. Dowdy. Well, I shall ne'er mind these hard Names; Oh Sirs, Peeper, what swinging Cathedral Headgeer is this?
Peeper. Oh, Modish French Night Clothes; Madam, what's here—all sorts of dresses painted to the Life. Ha, ha, ha, head cloaths to shorten the Face. Favourites to raise the Forehead—to heighten flat cheeks flying Cornets—four Pinners to help narrow Foreheads and long Noses, and very forward, to make the Eyes look Languishing.
Mrs. Dowdy. Ay—that, Peeper, double it down, I love Languishing.
Peeper. Take it and read it at your leisure, Madam.
Mrs. Dowdy. I shall never ha done shour zeeing all my vine things. Hy day, what's these two pieces of Band Box for?
Turnup. 'Tis Past board, Madam, for your Ladyship's Rump.[218]
Mrs. Dowdy. A Rump, ho, ho, ho, has Cousin Isbel a Rump, Peeper?
Peeper. Certainly Madam.