"Did you write the Sackmaker's Dream yourself?" she asked, as they went along.
"Yes; just by way of a change. It does not pay to sing nothing but comic stuff."
"It is very pathetic. Is it true?"
"Oh, I don't quite know. Founded on fact, as they say, dressed up a bit by the author," and Mr. Montgomery laughed.
"But how did you ever hear of such a thing?"
"Oh, I've heard a good many strange things since I've been knocking about town."
"Then you had some particular person in your eye when you were composing it?"
"Yes, partly, but not much of her," and Mr. Montgomery laughed again.
"How much?"
"How inquisitive you are. Well, to tell you the truth, no more than this, that one night I saw one of these women coming out of a sack factory. She looked awfully wretched, and I made up all the rest."