“So he chased her away.
“Then the old woman crept away to the fishmonger’s.
“‘I want,’ she said, ‘some nice fresh salmon, and some nice prawns, and a delicious lobster. I’ve no money—but—but—but—’
“‘Oh, get out of here!’ cried the fishmonger, ‘with your “buts.” Who would trust you with your old age and your rags?’
“And he chased her down the street.
“Then she entered the butcher’s.
“‘Give me a tender joint of mutton,’ she said. ‘I’ve no money—but—but—but—’
“‘Oh!’ cried the butcher, ‘get out of here, with your “buts.” Who would trust you with your old age and your rags?’
“And he called his dogs, and they chased away the poor old woman, and tore her cloak worse than before.
“Then she went into the baker’s.