the orders.

'What is this poor girl's name?' Mrs. Ormonde asked. 'You didn't
mention it.'

'Well, mum, she calls herself Mary Wood. Do you know any one o' that
name?'

'I think not.'

'Now come along, 'Lizabeth!' screamed the woman of a sudden, at the top
of her voice. 'Don't stand a-talkin' there! Two beefs, 'taters and
greens.'

'That's right, Mrs. Gandle!' roared some man. 'You give it her. It's
the usial Bow-bells with her an' Sandy Dick 'ere!'

There was laughter, and 'Lizabeth came running for her orders. Mrs.
Gandle, with endless interruptions, proceeded thus:

'Between you and me, mum, I don't believe as that is her name. But she
give it at first, and she's stuck to it. No, I don't think she's worse
to-day, though she talked a lot in the night. Yes, we've had a doctor.
She wouldn't have me send for nobody, and said as there was nothing
ailed her, but then it come as she couldn't stand on her feet. She's a
littlish girl, may be seventeen or eighteen, with yellow-like hair. I
haven't knowed well what to do; I thought I'd ought to send her to the
'orspital, but then I found the henvelope in her pocket, an' we thought
we'd just wait a day to see if anybody answered us. And I didn't like
to act heartless with her, neither; she's a motherless thing, so she
says, an' only wants for to earn her keep and her sleep; an' I don't
think there's no harm in her, s'far as I can see. She come into the
shop last night was three weeks, just after eleven o'clock, and she
says, 'If you please, mum,' she says, speakin' very nice, 'can you give
me a bed for sevenpence?' 'Why, I don't know about that,' says I, 'I
haven't a bedroom as I let usial under a shilling.' Then she was for
goin' straight away, without another word. And she was so quiet like,
it took me as I couldn't send her off without asking her something
about herself. And she said she hadn't got no 'ome in London, and only
sevenpence in her pocket, and as how she wanted to find work. And she
must have walked about a deal, she looked that dead beat.

'Well, I just went in and spoke a word to Mr. Gandle. It's true as we
wanted someone to help me 'an 'Lizabeth; we've wanted someone bad for a
long time. And this young girl wouldn't be amiss, we thought, for
waitin' in the shop; the men likes to see a noo face, you know, mum,
an' all the more if it's a good-looking 'un. If she'd been a orn'ary
lookin' girl, of course I couldn't have not so much as thought of it,
as t