As I was getting too big for Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt's room, my education under that preposterous female terminated. Not, however, until Biddy had imparted to me everything she knew, from the little catalogue of prices, to a comic song she had once bought for a half-penny. Although the only coherent part of the latter piece of literature were the opening lines,

When I went to Lunnon town sirs,

Too rul loo rul

Too rul loo rul

Wasn't I done very brown sirs?

Too rul loo rul

Too rul loo rul

— still, in my desire to be wiser, I got this composition by heart with the utmost gravity; nor do I recollect that