“When?”
“Yes’day. Day afore, and day afore that.”
“What! have you been here three days?” Shock nodded.
“Where have you slept, then?”
“Haystack.”
“And what have you had to eat?”
“Bread. Lots o’ things I fun’ in the fields. Rabbud.”
“Who’s that boy?” said a sharp voice that well knew; and Shock’s head disappeared.
“Mr Ezra Brownsmith’s boy, Sir Francis,” I said. “He used to work with me.”
“Was he from the workhouse?”