“A Froom?”
“I keep the fasts”.
“What you doing about here?”
“Tramping”.
“Fine mess you are in”.
“I slept in a hollow tree down yonder—an elm tree”.
“Well, there's many a worse shake-down than that. Who are you? Ever been about here before?”
“I was once”.
“You put me in mind of an old chum of mine....Well, here's half-a-crown for you to go on with”.
“Make it a crown”, said Hogarth, “and get me to clean up down there; in a shocking state with mast and leaves”.