in to follow her example. But then, when princes
an' princesses get moor plentyful they'll be less thowt on; it'll be th'
same wi' them as it wor wi' th' umbrellas at one time, for th' chap 'at
had th' furst wor run after wi' ivery body, an' when ther were nobbut
two or three, fowk allus ran to th' winder to have a luk at 'em; but
whoiver runs to luk at umbrellas nah? It wor th' same wi' steam engines,
it's getten th' same wi' velosipeeds, an it'll be th' same wi' princes,
princesses, or owt else, as sooin as they get common, unless they've
summat moor to depend on nor a grand title, fowk ull tak but little
noatice. We cannot all be fine fowk, but we may all be gooid fowk, if we
try, an' a gooid cart-driver ull be better nor a bad king at th' finish.
Rich fowk ha troubles as weel as poor, but ther's noa need for onybody
to be troubled long; for if its summat they can't help its fooilish to
freeat, an' if its summat they can help, why the deuce don't they?

Its fooilish to freeat, but fowk will freeat sometimes. Well, nivver
heed! 'April shaars bring May flowers,' soa we willn't grumel if we get
catched i' one nah an' then an' get a gooid sooaking, for ther's nowt
i'th' world bonnier nor flaars, even cauliflaars. Ther's lots o' bonny
things i'th' world besides flaars; ther's bonny words, an' if fowk wod
nobbut use 'em we should all get on a deeal better. Aw remember once
bein in a public haase, an' ther wor two chaps sat quietly suppin ther
pints o' fourpenny, when all at once one o' ther wives coom in, an her
een fair blazed when shoo saw him. 'O, soa tha'rt here are ta?' shoo
began, 'soa this is th' way th' brass gooas is it! tha nasty
gooid-for-nowt! Aw could like to smash thi face! sittin thear throo morn
to neet sossin like a pig, an' leavin me an' th' childer to do as we
con! Ha con ta fashion? Tha desarves teein to a cart tail an' hidin'
throo th' streets, tha low-lived villain! All th' time shoo wor talkin
shoo wor shakin her neive in his face, an' when he could edge in a word
he sed. 'Aw'l tell thee what it is, this is nobbut mi third pint to-day,
an' aw wor just commin hooam, but tha can hook it, for aw shall come
when aw'm ready, an net before, an' that will'nt be yet a bit.' Just wol
they wor fratchin tother chap's wife coom seekin him, an' as sooin as
shoo saw him shoo smiled an' sed, 'O, aw've fun thi, come lad, aw want
thee at hooam, awr little Jack has getten his new clogs on an' he
will'nt let me put him