Accordingly we looked in at a baker's window,and after I had made a series of proposals to buy everything that was bilious in the shop, and he had rejected them one by one, we decided in favour of a nice little loaf of brown bread, which cost me threepence. Then, at a grocer's shop, we bought an egg and a slice of streaky bacon; which still left what I thought a good deal of change, out of the second of the bright shillings, and made me consider London a very cheap place. These provisions laid in, we went on through a great noise and uproar that confused my weary head beyond description, and over a bridge which, no doubt, was London Bridge（indeed I think he told me so, but I was half asleep）,until we came to the poor person's house, which was a part of some alms-houses, as I knew by their look,and by an inscription on a stone over the gate which said they were established for twenty-five poor women.