The things we do!

And he threw out a hint that
we'd soon have to try a little stealing.
We talked it over a bit, and agreed to wait and see how things turned out.
Food was no difficulty, we could always get hold of a fowl or so at a
pinch. But ready money was the thing we really needed, and that we'd have
to get. If we couldn't manage it one way, we'd have to manage another. We
didn't set up to be angels.
"I'm no angel out of heaven alive," said Falkenberg. "Here am I now,
sitting around in my best clothes, and they no better than another man's
workaday things. I can give them a wash in a stream, and sit and wait till
they're dry; if there's a hole I mend it, and if I chance to earn a bit
extra some day, I can get some more. And that's the end of it."
"But young Erik said you were a beggar to drink."
"That young cock. Drink--well, of course I do. No sense in only eating....
Let's look about for a place where there's a piano," said Falkenberg.
I thought to myself: a piano on a place means well-to-do folk; that's
where he is going to start stealing.


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