I was waitin' at the crass-roads for old Garge to come along, when a young womon came up out of th' darkness and stood not far from me--just by the ol' crass.

I tried to maake out who she was, but it was too daark.

So I just says to her, 'Good ebenin', miss, are you waitin' for the wagonette too ?' She never answered a word, and before I could think of anything else to say old Garge came along, and we both got in She sat in a corner, silent as a ghooste.

Well, then, I went to light th' lamp, same as I have to-night, but as luck would 'ave it, I hadn't a match.

I knaw it was no use askin' old Garge, 'cos he'd pretend not to hear, so I turned to the young womon sittin' opposite, and asked her if she had a match in her pocket.