_A LEADING LAUNDRESS._

Percisely, my dear, but it's _that_,
As the Public insists upon knowin',
Missis MATHEW 'as told me so, pat,
Wich likeways 'as good Missis BOWEN.
You can't floor their argyments, quite,
'Owsomever you twirl 'em or 'twist 'em;
They say, and I fear they are right,
There is somethink all wrong with our System!

_HEAD LAUNDRESS._

_Our_ System! Well, well, my good soul,
You know 'twasn't _us_ as inwented it.
We wouldn't have got into this 'ole,
If _you_ and _me_ could 'ave perwented it.
I know there's no end of a block,
That expenses is running up awfully;
The sight of it gives me a shock,
But 'ow can we alter it--_lawfully_?

_A LEADING LAUNDRESS._

I fear, Mum, I very much fear,
That word doesn't strike so much terror
As once on the dull public ear;
Times change. Mum, they do, make no error!
Our clients complain of the cost,
And lots of Commercials is leaving us.