Friarswood Post-Office

'Goodness If ever I did see such a pig ' said Ellen King, as she mounted the stairs. 'I wouldn't touch him with a pair of tongs ' 'Who?' said a voice from the bedroom. 'Why, that tramper who has just been in to buy a loaf He is a perfect pig, I declare I only wonder you did not find of him up here The police ought to hinder such folk from coming into decent people's shops There, you may see him now ' 'Is that he upon the bridge-that chap about the size of our Harold?'