"You wouldn't 'ave'em going about of a Sunday in a ragged shirt and a pair of trowsis, would you ?" The shaft passed harmlessly.

"Why not ?" said the other.

"They gin'rally do." Mr.Vickers's denial died away on his lips.

In twos and threes his neighbours had drawn gradually near and now stood by listening expectantly.

The idea of a fortune was common to all of them, and they were anxious for particulars.
[Illustration: "They were anxious for particulars."] "Some people have all the luck," said a stout matron.