I have just moved to a house in Bridge
Street. Yesterday a beggar knocked at my
door. He asked me for a meal and a glass
of beer. In return for this, the beggar
stood on his head and sang songs. I gave
him a meal. He ate the food and drank
the beer. Then he put a piece of cheese
in his pocket and went away. Later a
neighbour told me about him. Everybody
knows him. His name is Percy Buttons.
He calls at every house in the street once
a month and always asks for a meal and a
glass of beer.