They would not accept more than a shilling for our joint repast.

The man said that was the account to a farthing, if I was too proud to be a poor man's guest, and insisted on treating him like a public.

Perhaps I would shake hands at parting?
I did cordially, and remembered him when people were not so civil.

They wanted to know whether we had made a runaway match of it.
The fun of passing a boys'-school and hearing the usher threaten to punish one fellow for straying from ranks, entertained me immensely.

I laughed at them just as the stupid people we met laughed at me, which was unpleasant for the time; but I knew there was not a single boy who would not have changed places with me, only give him the chance, though my companion was a gipsy girl, and she certainly did look odd company for a gentleman's son in a tea-garden and public-house parlour.