'You didn't, didn't you?' cried the boy; 'i'cod, I hope I'm as good as you, any day in the year!' 'You'll thank us kindly, will you?' said one of the women; 'I'fackens, and so you shall, when we're fools enough to sarve you!--A pot of beer for four!' 'We help you down!--we get you a ladder!' cried another; 'yes, forsooth, it's like we may!--no, stay where you are like a toad in a hole as you be!' Camilla and Eugenia now, tired of vain application to Mr. Dubster, who heard all this abuse with the most sedate unconcern, advanced themselves to the window; and Eugenia, ever foremost where money was to be given, began--'Good women----' when, with a violent loud shout, they called out--'What! are you all in Hob's pound? Well, they as will may let you out for we; so I wish you a merry time of it!' Eugenia began again her--'Good women----' when the boy exclaimed--'What were you put up there for, Miss? to frighten the crows?' Eugenia, not understanding him, was once more re-commencing; but the first woman said--'I suppose you think we'll sarve you for looking at?--no need to be paid?' 'Yes, yes,' cried the second, 'Miss may go to market with her beauty; she'll not want for nothing if she'll shew her pretty face!' 'She need not be afeard of it, however,' said the third, 'for 'twill never be no worse. Only take care, Miss, you don't catch the small pox!' 'O fegs, that would be pity!' cried the boy, 'for fear Miss should be marked.' Eugenia, astonished and confounded, made no farther attempt; but Camilla, though at that moment she could have inflicted any punishment upon such unprovoked assailants, affected to give but little weight to what they said, and gently drew her away. 'Hoity, toity!' cried one of the women, as she moved off, 'why, Miss, do you walk upon your knees?' 'Why my Poll would make two of her,' said another, 'though she's only nine years old.' 'She won't take much for cloaths,' cried another, 'that's one good thing.' 'I'd answer to make her a gown out of my apron,' said the third. 'Your apron?' cried another, 'your pocket handkerchief you mean!--why she'd be lost in your apron, and you might look half an hour before you'd find her.' Eugenia, to whom such language was utterly new, was now in such visible consternation, that Camilla, affrighted, earnestly charged Mr. Dubster to find any means, either of menace or of reward, to make them depart. 'Lauk, don't mind them, ma'am,' cried he, following Eugenia, 'they can't do you no hurt; though they are rather rude, I must needs confess the truth, to say such things to your face. But one must not expect people to be over polite, so far from London. However, I see the sporting gentry coming round, over that way, yonder; and I warrant they'll gallop 'em off. Hark'ee, Mistresses! them gentlemen that are coming here, shall take you before the justice, for affronting Sir Hugh's Tyrold's Heiresses to all his fortunes.