It is precisely the sort of shop "in our alley" from which Sally must have issued to meet her lover.
And verily, as I stood drawing the quaint old place, there peeped out at me an absolutely ideal Sally.
"Her father he makes cabbage nets,
And through the streets does cry 'em;
Her mother she sells laces long,
To such as please to buy 'em.
But sure such folks could ne'er beget
So sweet a girl as Sally!
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley."