We would stop and laugh at one fellow and give a penny to a second, passing comments in high-pitched Western voices.
We went into a cafe and had a cup of coffee.

A beggar came in and asked alms.

Hitherto Blenkiron's purse had been closed, but now he took out some small nickels and planked five down on the table.

The man cried down blessings and picked up three.

Blenkiron very swiftly swept the other two into his pocket.
That seemed to me queer, and I remarked that I had never before seen a beggar who gave change.