Well, that was ten years ago now, and I don’t need to tell you what’s happened since, not unless you was born yesterday and likely not even then. Miss Pandora Piper’s fame has spread to all four corners of His Majesty King Victor’s empire, and it ain’t stopped there neither.
Old Arthur Tunstall retired, and married the widow who kept the gin-house he favoured. It was a short retirement, for the cirrhosis took him six months later, but a happy one by all accounts.
My little sister Lily got her wish to work for a lady what ain’t a battle axe, for she dresses Miss Pandora Piper, the London Lark, every morning and night. Folks say it’s down to her talent with paint and powder that Miss Pandora don’t appear to have aged a day since first she graced the boards. I tell ‘em it’s down to a happy
