"'I'll tell you what I'll do,' he says, 'I knew the chap as owned this stick, and I'll give you ten bob for it.'
"'You won't,' says I, 'nor ten pound neither.'
"'Why?' says he, surprised.
"'I'm living in her house,' says I, 'and if she knew I was taking liberties with her goods I'd get the run.'
"'Would she sell it?' he asks.
"'There'd be no harm in asking her,' I says, 'if it's worth anything to you.'
"'It is for old acquaintance sake. Where does she live?'
"'At 345 Nicholson Street,' says I.
"'What time is best to see her?' says he.