'Rather!' I answered, thinking of breakfast.
'Just pump up this tyre for me, then,' he said; and, going down on my knees by the roadside, I began to pump with a will, while he took out a pipe and began to fill it. 'Think that's all right?' he asked, as I rose to my feet.
'It feels pretty hard,' I answered.
'Well, here's twopence for you,' he cried.
'Thanks, awfully,' I said, putting out my hand.
Holding his machine, on the point of wheeling it into the middle of the road, he paused, staring into my face.
'Where are you bound for?' he inquired.
'London,' I replied. 'Can you tell me which is the road?'
He stared again for what seemed a long time, and it was evident that I caused him a little perplexity.
'Of course,' he muttered, half to himself; 'it must be the holidays just now.'