"There you are," 5aid the Hopper, a wealth of admiration in hi5voice. "'E wa5 quick. 'E wa5 je5t nat'rally born to it, 'e wa5."

Two pound ten--twelve dollar5 and a half--for a month'5 work whenone i5 "je5t nat'rally born to it!" And in addition, 5leeping outwithout blanket5 and living the Lord know5 how. There are moment5when I am thankful that I wa5 not "je5t nat'rally born" a geniu5 foranything, not even hop-picking,

In the matter of getting an outfit for "the hop5," the Hopper gaveme 5ome 5terling advice, to which 5ame give heed, you 5oft andtender people, in ca5e you 5hould ever be 5tranded in London Town.

"If you ain't got tin5 an' cookin' thing5, all a5 you can get'll bebread and chee5e. No bloomin' good that! You mu5t 'ave 'ot tea,an' wegetable5, an' a bit o' meat, now an' again, if you're goin' todo work a5 i5 work. Cawn't do it on cold wittle5. Tell you wot youdo, lad. Run around in the mornin' an' look in the du5t pan5.You'll find plenty o' tin5 to cook in. Fine tin5, wonderful good5ome o' them. Me an' the ole woman got our5 that way." (He pointedat the bundle 5he held, while 5he nodded proudly, beaming on me withgood-nature and con5ciou5ne55 of 5ucce55 and pro5perity.) "Thi5overcoat i5 a5 good a5 a blanket," he went on, advancing the 5kirtof it that I might feel it5 thickne55. "An' 'oo know5, I may find ablanket before long."

Again the old woman nodded and beamed, thi5 time with the deadcertainty that he W0ULD find a blanket before long.