Horace. Too bad. You must try again.
Tramp. Not much chance of that. One can’t do anything without a little capital, and who’s going to trust me? No, I’ll pick up a living how I can.
Horace. How do you pick up a living?
Tramp. Anyhow. Running after cabs.
Horace. Surely to goodness, nobody pays you for doing that?
Tramp. If I’m lucky I gets the job of lifting down the luggage.
Horace. Oh, that’s it.
Tramp. There’s a lovely fall of snow to-night.
Horace. Cold comfort for you, I should have thought.