ABSTRACT
Phil to get him a bed for the night, the boy met with an old woman, who told him all about the trade he was in future to live by.
She was sitting before the kitchen fire, toasting a herring for her supper, and seeing that Phil carried a little tin tray under his arm, she at once rècognised the symbol of the water-cress trade, and said to him,
" I suppose you're at creases, young un ? Done pretty well today ? I 'm in the line myself."
