He took it without a word, only pulling off his torn straw hat and throwing it at his feet, exposing the full shock of tow-like hair; then he stared at her out of his great eyes, speechless.
"Joe," she said, "poor little man, how old are you?"
"Dun'now," he answered.
"Can you read and write?"
"No."
"Nor do sums?"
"No."
"What can you do?"
"Fiddle."
"Have you got a fiddle?"