In the ‘Jolly Cricketers’

Abstract

The ‘Jolly Cricketers’ is just at the bottom of the hill, where the tram-lines begin. The barman leant his fat red arms on the counter and talked of horses with an anæmic cabman, while a black-bearded man in grey snapped up biscuit and cheese, drank Burton,* and conversed in American with a policeman off duty.