Yes, your honour; and I'll tell you all how it was, without either meddling or making with it; though I did think there was no great harm in carrying it home to my poor boy, who has been going about bare-headed for this fortnight past, like an ouzle, with its feathers on end.
JUSTICE.
Well, well; where did you find it?
LABOURER.
Last night, your honour.
JUSTICE.
I should call that when.
BRUTON.
You puzzle him, my good Sir.
JUSTICE.
No matter.—(To Labourer.) When did you find it, then?
LABOURER.
Just there, too, please your honour.
BRUTON.
Don't question him so methodically; but let him tell his own story first.
LABOURER (toBruton).
Thank your honour, that is just what I means to do as soon as I can get the end of it. For
