"Hallo!" said he.
"A purse!" said I.
"Why, so it is," he nodded; "leastways, it looks uncommonly like one, don't it?"
"What's more, it looks like mine!"
"Does it?"
"I could swear to it anywhere."
"Could you?"
"I could."
"Then p'r'aps you'd better take it, young cove, and very welcome, I'm sure."
"So you've been picking my pocket!" said I.