Now, you gi' me a lie under your blanket, I 'll knock down a apple apiece.

If ever you've tasted gin, you 'll say a apple at night's a cordial, though it don't intoxicate.' The girl whispered in my ear, 'He's lame as ducks.' Her meaning seized me at once; we both sprang out of the ditch and ran, dragging our blanket behind us.

He pursued, but we eluded him, and dropped on a quiet sleeping-place among furzes.

Next morning, when we took the blanket to the farm-house, we heard that the old wretch had traduced our characters, and got a breakfast through charging us with the robbery of the apple-tree.

I proved our innocence to the farmer's wife by putting down a shilling.