'Are ye one, or are ye two ?' he asked.
I replied that we were two.
'Then I'll come and lie in the middle,' said he.
'You can't; there's no room,' I sang out.
'Lord,' said he, 'there's room for any reckoning o' empty stomachs in a ditch.' 'No, I prefer to be alone: good-night,' said I.
'Why!' he exclaimed, 'where ha' you been t' learn language?
Halloa!' 'Please, leave me alone; it's my intention to go to sleep,' I said, vexed at having to conciliate him; he had a big stick.
'Oho!' went the beggar.

Then he recommenced: 'Tell me you've stole nothing in your life! You've stole a gentleman's tongue, I knows the ring o' that.

How comes you out here?
Who's your mate there down below?
Now, see, I'm going to lift my stick.' At these menacing words the girl jumped out of the blanket, and I called to him that I would rouse the farmer.
'Why...

because I'm goin' to knock down a apple or two on your head ?' he inquired, in a tone of reproach.

'It's a young woman you've got there, eh?
Well, odd grows odder, like the man who turned three shillings into five.