"I am one of the wandering Brethren that they call 'Tunkers.'"
"You preach for nothin'? They do."
"Yes, my boy; the Word is free."
"Then who pays you?"
"My soul."
"And you teach for nothin', too, do ye?"
"Yes, my boy. Knowledge is free."
"Then who pays you?"
"It all comes back to me. He that teaches is taught."
"You don't cobble for nothin', do ye?"