"Are you going into the city?"
"Ay."
"Care to take a passenger?"
"Ay."
"A paying passenger?" said Herrick.
"Ay; they're the sort I care most about."
Herrick climbed up on to the wagon, which was loaded with straw.
"There's for fare," he said, putting money into the driver's hand as the horses moved slowly on again.
The man looked at it.
"I'll take you in and bring you out for this, if you like, and you've a mind to wait while I unload the straw."