If we had a trifle of money, we were thinking of going to Bristol, where I might get up a little business, but we have none; our last three farthings we spent about the mug of beer.
_Myself_ .-- But why don't you sell your horse and cart?
_Tinker_ .-- Sell them, and who would buy them, unless some one who wished to set up in my line; but there's no beat, and what's the use of the horse and cart and the few tools without the beat?
_Myself_ .-- I'm half inclined to buy your cart and pony, and your beat too.
_Tinker_ .-- You! How came you to think of such a thing?
_Myself_ .-- Why, like yourself, I hardly know what to do.

I want a home and work.

As for a home, I suppose I can contrive to make a home out of your tent and cart; and as for work, I must learn to be a tinker, it would not be hard for one of my trade to learn to tinker; what better can I do?
Would you have me go to Chester and work there now?
I don't like the thoughts of it.

If I go to Chester and work there, I can't be my own man; I must work under a master, and perhaps he and I should quarrel, and when I quarrel I am apt to hit folks, and those that hit folks are sometimes sent to prison; I don't like the thought either of going to Chester or to Chester prison.

What do you think I could earn at Chester?
_Tinker_ .-- A matter of eleven shillings a week, if anybody would employ you, which I don't think they would with those hands of yours.