But, ‘struth, the wimmin! 'Ow they love this frill! Fer Auntie Liz, an’ Mar, o’ course, wus there; An’ Mar’s two uncles’ wives, an’ Cousin Lil, An’ ‘arf a dozen more to grin and stare. I couldn’t make me 'ands fit anywhere! I felt like I wus up afore the Beak! But my Doreen she never turns a 'air, Nor misses once when it’s 'er turn to speak.