"No no, my good friend, to be sure not. You never will wait a minute, partikler when I spill the coals, and when I wants to baste the meat. And how can the gravy run, and a pinch of salt in the dripping-pan--" "Yesterday, Mrs. Shelfer, you basted my pound and a half of mutton with three pounds of coals. Now don’t go off into a treatise. Answer me, where is Grove Street?" "Bless my heart, Miss Vaughan. You never gives one a chance. And we thought a young lady from the country as had been brought up with tags, and lace, and bobbin, and pigs, and hay--" "Could be cheated anyhow. No, I don’t mean that: I beg your pardon, dear Patty. I often speak very hastily. What I mean is that you thought I should know nothing at all. And I don’t know much, but one thing I do know, that you would never cheat me much." To my surprise she was not at all sensitive on this subject. In fact she had dealt with so many lodgers, that she expected to be suspected. But I believe she never cheated me more than she could help. She answered me quite calmly, after some meditation: "To be sure, Miss, to be sure, I only does my dooty. A little dripping may be, or a drop of milk for old Tom, and a piece of soap you left in the water, Miss, I kept it for Charley to shave with." "Now, Mrs. Shelfer, no more of that. Come back to Grove Street; surely, I have given you time enough now." "Well, Miss, there is one I know close by here. You keep down the Willa Road, and by the fishmonger’s shop, and then you turn on the right over against the licensed pursuant to Act of George the Fourth. I knows George the Fourth acted badly, but I never thought it was that way. Sam the Sweep lives with him, and the young man with a hook for his hand that lets out the ’Times’ for a penny, and keeps all his brothers and sisters." "And where are the other three that you know?" "There’s one in Hackney, and one in Bethnal Green, and there’s one in Mile-end Road. Bless me, to be sure! I’ve been there with dear Miss Minto after a cat she lost, a tabby with a silver collar on, and a notch in his left ear. It would make you cry, Miss--" "Thank you, Mrs. Shelfer; that will do for the present. I’ll go up to the ’drawing-room’ now." In a few minutes I went forth with my dark plaid shawl around me, which had saved my mother’s life, and was thenceforth sacred. It was the first time I walked all alone in London, and though we lived quite in the suburbs it seemed very odd to me. For a while I felt rather nervous, but no one molested me then or at any other time; although I have heard some plain young ladies declare that they could not walk in London without attracting unpleasant attention. Perhaps because they knew not the way either to walk or to dress.