“Yes, sir, it ain't far;” and he walked on at a quicker pace, while all the crowd of rustics gazed at t e extraordinary appearance of the armed Waltonian, for it happened to be market-day. After parading him in this fashion nearly through the town, he presently twitched him by his coat-sleeve.
“Look there, sir!” cried he, pointing to a well-stocked fishmonger's.
“Beautiful!—what a quantity!” exclaimed the venerable piscator.
“I thought you'd like it, sir—that's the place for fish, sir,—good morning.”
“Eh! what—you young dog?”
“That's where father gets all his, I assure you, sir,—good morning,” said the youth, and making a mock reverence, bounded off as fast as his legs could carry him.
SCENE XV.
“Vy, Sarah, you're drunk! I am quite ashamed o' you.”
“Vell, vots the odds as long as you're happy!”
