“ ’E knocks ’er abart,” said Bert, with enthusiasm.

“No, ’e don’t, cos ’e’s dead; she poisoned ’im slow and gradual, so that nobody didn’t know. Now she wants to marry a lord, with ’eaps and ’eaps of money. ’E’s got a wife already, but she’s going to poison ’er, too.”

“She’s a bad lot,” said Bert with growing hostility.

“ ’Er mother ’ates her, and she’s afraid of ’er, too, cos she’s got a serkestic tongue; always talking serkesms, she is. She’s greedy, too; if there’s fish going, she eats ’er own share and ’er little girl’s as well, though the little girl is dellikit.”

“She ’ad a little boy once,” said Bert, “but she pushed ’im into the water when nobody wasn’t looking.”

“No she didn’t,” said Emmeline, “she sent ’im away to be kep’ by poor people, so ’er ’usbind wouldn’t know where ’e was. They ill-treat ’im somethink cruel.”

“Wot’s ’er nime?” asked Bert, thinking that it was time that so interesting a personality should be labelled.