what we picks now, in sich a place as this, and on wot we gets here!"
(This was in acknowledgment of a delicate intimation that the amount of work was likely to be increased. It certainly was not heavy then, for one Refractory had already done her day's task it was barely two o'clock and was sitting behind it, with a head exactly matching it.)
"A pretty Ouse this is, matron, ain't it?" said Refractory Two, "where a pleeseman's called in, if a gal says a word!"
"And wen you're sent to prison for nothink or less!" said the Chief, tugging at her oakum as if it were the matron's hair. "But any place is better than this; that's one thing, and be thankful!"
A laugh of Refractories led by Oakum Head with folded arms—who originated nothing, but who was in command of the skirmishers outside the conversation.
"If any place is better than this," said my brisk guide, in the calmest manner, "it is a pity you left a good place when you had one."
"Ho, no, I didn't, matron," returned the Chief, with another pull at her oakum, and a very expressive look at the enemy's forehead. "Don't say that, matron, cos it's lies!"
Oakum Head brought up the skirmishers again, skirmished, and retired.
"And I warn't a going," exclaimed Refractory Two, "though I was in one place for as long as four year—I warn't a going fur to stop in a place that warn't fit for me—there! And where the family warn't 'spectable characters—there! And where I fortunately or hunfort'nately, found that the people warn't what they pretended to make their-selves out to be—there! And where it wasn't their faults, by chalks, if I warn't made bad and ruinated—Hah!"
During this speech, Oakum Head had again made a diversion with the skirmishers, and had again withdrawn.
The Uncommercial Traveller ventured to remark that he
