They live down at Garden Green and I send them money every Saturday." "What do you do?
What is your occupation ?" "I just wander about," Burton explained.

"I used to be an auctioneer's clerk, but I lost my situation and I couldn't get another." "What made you think of writing ?" the sub-editor asked, leaning a little over towards his new contributor.
"I picked up a copy of your newspaper on a seat in the Park," Burton replied.

"I saw that article on 'London Awake.' I thought if that sort of thing was worth printing, it was worth paying for, so I tried to do something like it.

It is so easy to write just what you see," he concluded, apologetically.
The sub-editor handed him his ten guineas.
"When will you bring me some more work ?" "Whenever you like," Burton replied promptly.

"What about ?" The sub-editor shook his head.
"You had better choose your own subjects." "Covent Garden at half-past three ?" Burton suggested, a little diffidently.