"He's a sight worse, sir," answered Dovey. "If you buy wares off a hawker you must pay for 'em at the time: no money, no goods. But this fellow seduces the women to buy his things on tick, he does: Tuesday arter Tuesday he comes prowling into this here Cut, and does a roaring trade. His pack'll walk out o' that house a bit lighter nor it goes in. Stubbs's wife lives over there; Tanken's wife, she lives there; and there be others. If I hadn't learnt that nobody gets no good by interfering atween men and their wives, I'd ha' telled Stubbs and Tanken long ago what was going on." It had been on the tip of my tongue to say where I had just seen Jellico, and the trade he was doing. Remembering in time that Mrs. Dovey had been one of the larger purchasers, I kept the news in. "His name's Jellico," continued Dovey, as he hammered away at Stirling's iron. "He have got a fine shop somewhere over at Evesham. It's twelve or fifteen months now, Master Johnny, since he took to come here. When first I see him I wondered where the deuce the hawker's round could be, appearing in the Cut so quick and reg'lar; but I soon found he was no reg'lar hawker. Says I to my wife, 'Don't you go and have no dealings with that there pest, for I'll not stand it, and I might be tempted to stop it summary.' 'All right, Jack,' says she; 'when I want things I'll deal at the old shop at Alcester.' But there's other wives round about us doing strokes and strokes o' trade with him; 'tain't all of 'em, Master Ludlow, as is so sensible as our Ann." Considering the stroke of trade I had just seen done by Ann Dovey, it was as well not to hear this. "If he's not a hawker, what is he?" asked Stirling, swaying himself on a beam in the roof; and I'm sure I did not know either. "It's a cursed system," hotly returned John Dovey; "and I say that afore your faces, young gents. It may do for the towns, if they chooses to have it--that's their business; but it don't do for us. What do our women here want o' fine shawls and gay gownds?--decking theirselves out as if they was so many Jezebels? But 'tain't that. Let 'em deck, if they've got no sense to see how ill it looks on their sun-freckled faces and hands hard wi' work; it's the ruin it brings. Just you move on t'other side, Master Ludlow, sir; you be right in the way o' the sparks. There's a iron pot over there as does for sitting on." "I'm all right, Dovey. Tell us about Jellico."