Mrs. _Dowdy_. We'l, we'l la you now, la you now, Shour and Shour you'l Gally me. _Turnup._ Here's your Ladyships Manto and Petticoat. Mrs. _Dowdy_. Ladyship, why what a main difference is here between this Town and the Country. I was never call'd above Forsooth in all my Life. Mercy on me, why you ha spoil'd my Petticoat, mum: zee, _Peeper_, she has cut it in a Thousand Bits. _Peeper._ Oh, that's the Fashion, these are Furbelows Madam--'tis the prettiest made Coat. Mrs. _Dowdy_. Furbelows, a murrain take 'em, they spoil all the Zilk. Good strange, shour London Women do nothing but study Vashions, they never mind their Dairy I warrant 'em. _Turnup._ Ladies have no other employment for their Brain--and our Art lies in hiding the defects of Nature. Furbelows upwards, were devised for those that have no hips, and too large ones, brought up the full bottom'd Furbelows. _Milliner._ And a long Neck and a hollow Breast, first made use of the Stinkirk--and here's a delicate one for your Ladyship. I have a Book in my pocket just come from _France_, Intituled, _The Elements of the Toylet_. Mrs. _Dowdy_. Elements, mercy on me! what do they get up in the Sky now? _Peeper._ A Learned Author to be sure,--let me see that, Mrs. _Wheedle_. _Milliner._ Here, Mrs. _Peeper_, 'tis the Second Volume; the first only shews an Alphabetical Index of the most notable Pieces which enter into the Composition of a Commode. Mrs. _Dowdy_. Well, I shall ne'er mind these hard Names; Oh Sirs, _Peeper_, what swinging Cathedral Headgeer is this? _Peeper._ Oh, Modish French Night Clothes; Madam, what's here--all sorts of dresses painted to the Life. Ha, ha, ha, head cloaths to shorten the Face. Favourites to raise the Forehead--to heighten flat cheeks flying Cornets--four Pinners to help narrow Foreheads and long Noses, and very forward, to make the Eyes look Languishing. Mrs. _Dowdy_. Ay--that, _Peeper_, double it down, I love Languishing. _Peeper._ Take it and read it at your leisure, Madam. Mrs. _Dowdy_. I shall never ha done shour zeeing all my vine things. Hy day, what's these two pieces of Band Box for? _Turnup._ 'Tis Past board, Madam, for your Ladyship's Rump.[218] [Footnote 218: The extremely _bouffée_ furbelows were called rumpt furbelows, and the brooches inserted in the centre were called rump jewels or rumphlets.] Mrs. _Dowdy_. A Rump, ho, ho, ho, has Cousin _Isbel_ a Rump, _Peeper_? _Peeper._ Certainly Madam. Mrs. _Dowdy_. If Cousin has one, as I hope to be kiss'd, I'll have it, Mrs. Turnup.