"Yes, Jessamy never fights now—unless he has to—goes about preaching. And he preaches as well as he used to fight, and sings as well as he preaches."
"I should like to meet Jessamy Todd," said I.
"Well, so you will, if you pad the hoof long enough. But now, what o'clock is it?"
"Half-past twelve," I answered, consulting my watch. "Yet surely it can't be so late?"
"But it is—look at the sun! And don't you feel 't is dinner time?
There's a little tavern down the lane yonder—let's go and eat."
"Not unless I pay for it—"
"With no money?"
"Here is my watch!"
"Don't be foolish!" she exclaimed, springing to her feet. "Get up and come along, do! No, stay where you are; things will taste sweeter out here—they always do. Only don't go trying to run off or any such foolishness—just stay where you are an' wait for me."
"But—"