Roker shook his head.
"I toil not, neither do I spin."
"What do you do all the time?" she asked.
"I shoot and fish and hunt, and—er—once a year I see the Eton and Harrow cricket match."
"Gosh!" exclaimed Mr. Pilgrim. "He shoots and fishes and hunts, and once a year he goes to a cricket match."
"I said the Eton and Harrow match."
"Cert'nly. They must give it some name, I reckon. An' what do you do when you can't shoot, an' fish, an' hunt?"
"I add up my lists of kills and catches."
"This is downright interestin'," said Mr. Pilgrim. "What do you shoot an' hunt?"