“‘I suppose I must have had, your worship; but I’ve forgotten about ’em, my memory is so bad. Now I come to think about it, I’m sure I had some, your worship.’
“‘But where have you been living till now?’
“‘In the woods, your worship.’
“‘Always in the woods?’
“‘Always in the woods!’
“‘Winter too?’
“‘Never saw any winter, your worship.’
“‘Get along with you! And you—what’s your name?’
“‘Hatchets-and-axes, your worship.’
“‘And yours?’