though I never did anything of the kind,--one doesn't do that sort of
thing when one is young,--and wise, that comes later, and brings its own
care, and--er--heart-break." Here Bellew sighed, and hacked a piece from
the loaf with the clasp-knife. "Are you hungry, Georgy Porgy?" he
enquired, glancing up at the boy who had risen, and was removing some of
the soil and dust from his small person with his cap.

"Yes I am."

"Then here is bread, and cheese, and bottled stout,--so fall to, good
comrade."

"Thank you, but I've got a piece of bread an' jam in my bundle,--"

"Bundle?"

"I dropped it as I came through the hedge, I'll get it," and as he
spoke, he turned, and, climbing up the bank, presently came back with a
very small bundle that dangled from the end of a very long stick, and
seating himself beside Bellew, he proceeded to open it. There, sure
enough, was the bread and jam in question, seemingly a little the worse
for wear and tear, for Bellew observed various articles adhering to it,
amongst other things, a battered penknife, and a top. These, however,
were readily removed, and Georgy Porgy fell to with excellent appetite.

"And pray," enquired Bellew, after they had munched silently together,
some while, "pray where might you be going?"

"I don't know yet," answered Georgy Porgy with a shake of his curls.