He leaned against one of the columns of the piazza, eating the bread he had just bought.

Presently a sharp faced lad, a year or two younger than himself, came up to him.
"Give us a hit," he said, "I ain't tasted nothing today." Frank broke the bread in half and gave a portion to him.
"What a lot there is going on here!" Frank said.
"Law!" the boy answered, "that ain't nothing to what it is of a morning.
That's the time, 'special on the mornings of the flower market.

It's hard lines if a chap can't pick up a tanner or even a bob then." "How ?" Frank asked eagerly.
"Why, by holding horses, helping to carry out plants, and such like.

You seems a green 'un, you do.

Up from the country, eh?
Don't seem like one of our sort." "Yes," Frank said, "I'm just up from the country.