"So am I," said Bob.
"There is a public-house," said Grimaldi.
"It is just the very thing," observed the other.
It was a very neat public-house, and would have answered the purpose admirably, but Grimaldi having no money, and very much doubting whether his friend had either, did not respond to the sentiment quite so cordially as he might have done.
"We had better go in," said the friend; "it is getting late—you pay."
"No, no! you."
"I would in a minute," said his friend, "but I have not got any money."
Grimaldi thrust his hand into his right pocket with one of his queerest faces, then into his left, then into his coat pockets, then into his waistcoat, and finally took off his hat and looked into that; but there was no money anywhere.
They still walked on towards the public-house, meditating with rueful countenances, when Grimaldi spying something lying at the foot of a tree, picked it up, and suddenly exclaimed, with a variety of winks and nods, "Here's a sixpence."