"We doan't kip a baker's shop," she sed. "Thur's cakes, an' biskits, an' sponge cakes." "Hev 'e got sum good bacon, raythur vattish?" I sed. "No, sur; but thur's sum good poork sausingers at sixpence." "Hand awver the pleat, young 'ooman," I sed, "an' I'll trubble you vor the mustard, an' salt, an' that pleat o' bread an' butter, an' I'll set down an' hev a bit of a snack."