|Christmas Time (1858) J Aitkin|
Our lad seems to come from the proud tradition of poor sellers of flowers from baskets that populate an awful lot of Victorian art. I suppose they count as 'the good poor', those people who are poor but will obviously work. But, you know, they are still poor because that's what they are. But at least they can be comforted by the fact that they are the good sort of poor. That must cheer them up no end.
|Kitty of Frying Pan Alley Oswald Birley|
I'm not sure how many people the little chap is hoping to sell to as he seems to be in the middle of nowhere, without even a dead sheep for company. Possibly business sense isn't his strong point. The future of his family is looking less certain and I strongly suspect it might only be gin for Christmas dinner this year. If they can wrestle it out of Mother's hands, that is.
I'll be seeing you tomorrow...