He had no fire; be generally went into neighbours' houses to warm himself.

He was not short of such food as the Relief Committees bestow.

There was a piece of bread upon the bench, left from his morning meal; and the old fellow chirruped about, and looked as blithe as if he was up to the middle in clover.
He showed us a little thing which he had done "for a bit ov a prank." The number of his cellar was 8, and he had cut out a large tin figure of 8, a foot long, and nailed it upon his door, for the benefit of some of his friends that were getting bad in their eyesight, and "couldn't read smo' print so low deawn as that." "Well, John," said my companion, when we went in, "how are you getting on ?" "Oh, bravely," replied he, handing a piece of blue paper to the inquirer, "bravely; look at that!" Why, this is a summons," said my companion.

"Ay, bigad is't, too," answered the old man.

"Never had sich a thing i' my life afore! Think o' me gettin' a summons for breakin' windows at seventy year owd.