"'They says Janet Luff's wee baby has come t' the pass o' starvation.'
"'Well,' says I, 'what's your tears for?'
"'I isn't got nothin' t' do with this here damned ol' world,' says he. 'I'm only lookin' on. Isn't no good in it, anyhow.'
"'Cheer up!' says I. 'Isn't nobody hurtin' you.'
"'Not bein' in love with tears an' hunger,' says he, 'I isn't able t' cheer up.'
"'There's more'n that in the world.'
"'Ay; death an' sin.'
"I was a lad in love. 'Kisses!' says I.
"'A pother o' blood an' trouble,' says he. 'Death in every mouthful a man takes.'
"'Skipper Davy,' says I, 'you've come to a dreadful pass.'