"Don't talk so loud about _honesty_; the very word is enough to make people suspect something not right. I'll tell you all when you come up to my house; for you see, Jack, you must help me to carry these things up. D'ye think you can manage this bag of pease? Let's try." Between us we contrived to get the bag, which weighed about half a hundredweight, on my back, and I walked off with it, Grumble following me with the copper and the other small bag, which I afterward found contained copper nails. When we arrived at his dwelling, which was as dilapidated and miserable as old Nanny's, he took out his key and fumbled a long while at the lock; at last he opened it. "You had better stay till I get a light," said he. In a minute he came with one to the door, and told me to follow him. I went in, put down the bag, and, some grains falling out, I took them up. "Why, this is coffee, Grumble!" "Well, _pease_ is our name for coffee, _sand_ for sugar, and _vinegar_ for rum, when we get any." "Well, but, Grumble, I wish to know how you came by these things?" "I'll tell you, Jack, if you ask everybody how they come by things, you will have enough to do; but the fact is, the man wants me to sell them for him." "Why, you said he gave them to you out of charity!" "Oh, that was only because I couldn't spare breath to tell you all about it." "But why should he lower them down in the dark, if they are his own property?" "Jack, I don't ask whose property it is; all I know is that I come by it honestly. I don't steal it, and I can't prove that the man does. Why, Jack, if one is to be so nice as that, you can't go into a grocer's shop to buy sugar, or coffee, or pepper, or indeed into almost any shop, if you first want to know whether the people have come by the goods honestly before you buy of them." "Still, it is so plain that the man must have stolen them."