this, that, from time to time, they supplies my basket (swate crathurs that they are every soul of 'em!); what 'ud I ha done three sore winthers but for them, I wondher?"
"Supply your basket?"
"My basket, which I turn an honest penny by: one'll give me a shilling, and another a sixpence, to buy stock with; and, when all were at home, and my Lady Anne to the fore, they have many's the time made me up half a crown amongst them, besides the little things they make without end for the childern, all unbenownst to my lady, and jist for the pity o'ther swate hearts for old Judy, yer honour's lordship."
"But are you going to sell these?" said Lord Meersbrook, eagerly drawing the hand-screens from the basket, and feeling for his purse at the same time.
"Oih! no, no; that there thingumby is by no manes at all for the likes o' me, nor by no manes right to come out in a poor woman's basket; their for the bezar intirely, where the charity is done in great style, your honour, by the say side, wi' the queen, God bless her! at the head of it."
"She means," said Williams, "my lord, the bazaar at Brighton, which is to be seen next month, when duchesses and ladies stand behind the counter, selling such things as those, and then give the money to some public charity. Miss Helen Granard and Mrs. Penrhyn are making all sorts of things for it, at least
