But tell me truly, what hast thou in thy pouches ?" "Why," quoth the Beggar, peeping into the mouths of his bags, "I find here a goodly piece of pigeon pie, wrapped in a cabbage leaf to hold the gravy.

Here I behold a dainty streaked piece of brawn, and here a fair lump of white bread.

Here I find four oaten cakes and a cold knuckle of ham.

Ha! In sooth, 'tis strange; but here I behold six eggs that must have come by accident from some poultry yard hereabouts.

They are raw, but roasted upon the coals and spread with a piece of butter that I see--" "Peace, good friend!" cried Robin, holding up his hand.