"Don't I?" was Tilda's answer. "What d'yer take me for? Why _everybody_ knows what Mr. Mortimer's like--everybody in Maggs's, anyway. He's born to borrow, Bill says; though at _Hamlet_ or _Seven Nights in a Bar-Room_ he beats the band. But as I said to his wife, 'Why shouldn' Mr. 'Ucks keep your caravan against what you owe, an' loan you a barge? He could put a man in charge to look after your takin's, so's you wouldn' get out o' reach till the money was paid: an' you could work the small towns along the canal, where the shows don't almost never reach. You won't want no more'n a tent,' I said, 'an' next to no scenery; an' me an' Arthur Miles could be the _Babes in the Wood_ or the _Princes in the Tower_ for you, with 'Dolph to fill up the gaps.'" "Darn _me_," said Mr. Hucks, staring, "if you're not the cleverest for your size!" "'Eav'nly--that was Mrs. Mortimer's word for it; an' Mr. Mortimer said 'twas the dream of 'is life, to pop--" "Eh?" "It began with pop--to pop something Shakespeare in places where they 'adn't 'eard of 'im. But you know 'is way." Mr. Hucks arose, visibly pondering. 'Dolph, who had been keeping an eye on him, rose also, and 'Dolph's tail worked as if attached to a steam engine. "There's a cargo, mostly beer, to be fetched up from Stratford," said Mr. Hucks after a pause. "Sam Bossom might take down the _Success to Commerce_ for it, and he's as well out o' the way wi' the rest o' you." Tilda clapped her hands. "Mind you," he went on, "I'm not includin' any orphan. I got no consarn with one. I haven't so much as seen him." He paused, with his eyes fixed severely on Tilda's. She nodded. "O' course not." "And if, when you go back to the van and tell the Mortimers, you should leave the door open for a minute, forgetful-like, why that's no affair o' mine." "I'm a'most certain to forget," owned Tilda. "If you'd been brought up half yer time in a tent--" "_To_ be sure. Now attend to this. I give Sam Bossom instructions to take the boat down to Stratford with three passengers aboard--you and the Mortimers--as a business speckilation; and it may so happen--I don't say it will, mind you--that sooner or later Mortimer'll want to pick up an extry hand to strengthen his company. Well, he knows his own business, and inside o' limits I don't interfere. Still, I'm financin' this voyage, as you might say, and someone must keep me informed. F'r instance, if you should be joined by a party as we'll agree to call William Bennetts, I should want to know how William Bennetts was doin', and what his purfessional plans were; and if you could find out anything more about W. B.--that he was respectably connected, we'll say--why so much the better. Understand?" "You want Mr. Mortimer to write?" asked Tilda dubiously. "No, I don't. I want _you_ to write--that's to say, if you can." "I can print letters, same as the play-bills."