wards it, an sorry I'd be entirely to mintion my necessities to her who (being a rale lady, flesh, blood, and bone, to the heart's drop) has got a workbox herself that needs that same plenishing; and so good day to your honour; an if there be a wish in yer heart going along wi' the bit blush on yer cheek (which same becomes you mightily), all I can say is, God speed it, jewel!"

Need we say Judy's basket "got a plenishing." If it had not, the young lord (as handsome as he was) would not have been, in Judy's phrase, "the man for our money."