“Why, yer riddle-skulled woman o' nonsense, what have you got a head for?”

“For what other folks 'as got theirs for,” retorted Tilly, who loved nothing more than these tilts when he would call her names.

There was a lull.

“I don't believe as anybody could keep it in their head,” the woman-servant continued, tentatively.

“What?” he asked.

“Why, 'er name.”

“How's that?”

“She's fra some foreign parts or other.”

“Who told you that?”

“That's all I do know, as she is.”