Being broke again, we could sleep under a hedge, which was not so bad, though the cold would sap an undue portion of what we had eaten.

But the morrow was Sunday, on which we could do no work, though our silly stomachs would not knock off on that account.

Here, then, was the problem: how to get three meals on Sunday, and two on Monday (for we could not make another "sub" till Monday evening).
We knew that the casual wards were overcrowded; also, that if we begged from farmer or villager, there was a large likelihood of our going to jail for fourteen days.

What was to be done?
We looked at each other in despair-- -- Not a bit of it.

We joyfully thanked God that we were not as other men, especially hoppers, and went down the road to Maidstone, jingling in our pockets the half-crowns and florins we had brought from London..