“No time either for manners,” shouted Guy; but the boy was out of earshot, so did not hear.
“I will go into the town,” he thought, “and see what it is like,” so got up and strolled about; but everywhere he went the same neglect met his eyes. He became very hungry after a while, and seeing a young woman hurrying along, went up to her.
“Is there any place here where I can get something to eat, please ma’am,” asked Guy.
“Oh! I have no time to talk to little boys,” she said.
Again and again he asked the same question, and received the same reply. He at last saw a pastry cook’s shop, and went in. People kept coming in and ordering things, and, eating them, went out, saying, “I have no time to pay, put it down.” A little girl came in and asked for two penny buns.
“Why don’t you pay for them?” asked Guy.
“No one pays here,” she said, “we have no time.”
How dreadfully dishonest, he thought.