It was a young girl of about eighteen, with dark eyes, and an enormous fringe, puffed-out and curled and frizzed, covering her whole forehead from side to side, and coming down to meet her eyebrows. She was dressed in brilliant violet, with great lappets of velvet, and she had on her head an enormous black hat covered with feathers. 'I sy, ain't she got up dossy?' called out the groups at the doors, as she passed. 'Dressed ter death, and kill the fashion; that's wot I calls it.' Liza saw what a sensation she was creating; she arched her back and lifted her head, and walked down the street, swaying her body from side to side, and swaggering along as though the whole place belonged to her. ''Ave yer bought the street, Bill?' shouted one youth; and then half a dozen burst forth at once, as if by inspiration: 'Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road!' It was immediately taken up by a dozen more, and they all yelled it out: 'Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road. Yah, ah, knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road!' 'Oo, Liza!' they shouted; the whole street joined in, and they gave long, shrill, ear-piercing shrieks and strange calls, that rung down the street and echoed back again. 'Hextra special!' called out a wag. 'Oh, Liza! Oo! Ooo!' yells and whistles, and then it thundered forth again: 'Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road!' Liza put on the air of a conquering hero, and sauntered on, enchanted at the uproar. She stuck out her elbows and jerked her head on one side, and said to herself as she passed through the bellowing crowd: 'This is jam!' 'Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road!' When she came to the group round the barrel-organ, one of the girls cried out to her: 'Is that yer new dress, Liza?' 'Well, it don't look like my old one, do it?' said Liza. 'Where did yer git it?' asked another friend, rather enviously. 'Picked it up in the street, of course,' scornfully answered Liza. 'I believe it's the same one as I saw in the pawnbroker's dahn the road,' said one of the men, to tease her. 'Thet's it; but wot was you doin' in there? Pledgin' yer shirt, or was it yer trousers?' 'Yah, I wouldn't git a second-'and dress at a pawnbroker's!' 'Garn!' said Liza indignantly. 'I'll swipe yer over the snitch if yer talk ter me. I got the mayterials in the West Hend, didn't I? And I 'ad it mide up by my Court Dressmiker, so you jolly well dry up, old jellybelly.' 'Garn!' was the reply. Liza had been so intent on her new dress and the comment it was exciting that she had not noticed the organ. 'Oo, I say, let's 'ave some dancin',' she said as soon as she saw it. 'Come on, Sally,' she added, to one of the girls, 'you an' me'll dance togither. Grind away, old cock!'