Here's Spuds at Thrums a pound, they're prime 'uns as I've found, Oh, I've Reds and Dukes and Flukes and Blues, I sells in going my round. My greens are superfine, full blown and hearty are mine, Oh, come make a deal with me, my dear; don't wait, you'll find 'em prime. My inyuns now are new, you'll find what I says is true, In fact, the Queen, since these she's seen has cartloads just a few; My carrots are long and red, you'll find they're well bred, My vegetables are the cheese, bunch for you--penny-a-head. Rum too-rul-um, &c. "Now give us the last werse with all the 'armony," said Teddy the Kinchin, in a piping voice. "I vill, vith moosh plesh-yar, as the Frenchman said," returned Slap-Up Peter. Jerry, my moke's a bird, of him perhaps you've heard, He knows his way about, he does, to match him's quite absurd; Just see him cock his eye when grub time's getting nigh, He likes his feed, he does indeed, he lives on cabbage-pie. Now any girl that's kind, and a husband wants to find, I'm ready made and so's my trade, that's if I'm to her mind; So down to Whitechapel we'll trudge again to dwell, And of all the coves that knock about I'll be the greatest swell. Rum too-rul-um, &c. "That's wot I call a topper of a song. It's so werry sentimental that it makes a gal peep. The lines are werry touchin'," said a young gal of sixteen or seventeen years of age, who was not badly dressed nor bad-looking, and who went by the name of "Bilking Bet." She was a favorite, and several of them called upon her to sing. She had just the same mock modesty, this young woman with the brassy face, as if she had been a fashionable lady at the West End, with a jointure and a coach and six. "Wot's that young gal's name, Bill," said the detective to the boss of the thieves. He did not seem inclined to tell at first, but said sullenly, "you don't want her do you? No? Well then that's 'Bilking Bet,' she used to be a 'coster gal but now she's on the cross." "Oho!" said Serjeant Moss, "that's the gal as was hup before Mr. Knox at Marlboro street the other morning for snatching a lady's purse in a push." "Yes," said Purty Bill, "but there was no proof aginst the gal. She was brought out has hinnocent as the new-born baby. She wor." [Sidenote: THE COSTER GAL.] "Of course, Bill, you had that done and cooked. One of those nice little halybi's as you halways 'ave ready just to suit your customers. 'Bilking Bet' was down in Wales a waitin upon her poor sick mother, who was down with the scarlet fever, and not expected to live. My Heye? Eh, Bill, one of your old tricks? But, I say, Bill, don't you get ketched, cos its over the water to Charly with ye hif I ketch ye."