Mrs Papworth's pineapple chunks

Around Seven Dials even the older shops date back only a few decades. In one corner however time has stood still. Here is Mrs Papworth’s sweetshop, still selling pineapple chunks and aniseed balls. When Leporello Swanson first wandered in, he was greeted by the  rasping sound of the owner, dressed in Victorian black, short and old as the hills, asking what he required. She peered at him from behind the counter, and wielding a silver hammer she broke off shards of toffee from a shiny solid block. Leppo had never seen anything like it. Now he goes in daily to discover some new delight. But even the saintly Mrs Papworth is not interested in the diatonality of Hyoaxic spatial music.