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 I puts me foot down firm, an' tells 'em, No! Their silly plan's a thing I wouldn't touch. An' then me wife, for 'arf an hour or so, Talks to me confident, of nothin' much; Then, 'fore I know it, I am all red 'ot Into the scheme, an' leader uv the plot.

'Twas Mar Flood starts it. She got 'old uv 'im— You know the way they 'ave with poor, weak men— She drops a tear or two concernin' Jim; Tells 'im wot women 'ave to bear; an' then She got 'im talkin', like a woman can. 'E never would 'ave squeaked to any man.

She leads 'im on—It's crook the way they scheme— To talk about this girl 'e's left be'ind. Not that she's pryin'! Why, she wouldn't dream!— But speakin' uv it might jist ease 'is mind. Then, 'fore 'e knows, 'e's told, to 'is su'prise, Name an' address—an' colour uv 'er eyes!

An' then she's off 'ere plottin' with Doreen— Bustin' a confidence, I tells 'em, flat. But all me roustin' leaves 'em both serene: Women don't see a little thing like that. An' I ain't cooled off yet before they've got Me workin' for 'em in this crooked plot.