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He got up presently and helped Ginger up, and they both stood there pitying themselves, and 'elping each other to think of names to call Sam. "Well, the money's gorn, and it's 'is own silly fault," ses Ginger. "But wotever 'appens, he mustn't know that we had a 'and in it, mind that." "He can starve for all I care," ses Peter, feeling his 'ead.
I'm going to bed; I didn't 'ave a good night's rest like you and your lodger. "He went back 'ome, and arter taking off 'is coat and boots got into bed and slept like a top till one o'clock, when he woke up to find Ginger shaking 'im by the shoulders. "'Wot's the matter? he ses. 'Wot are you up to? "'It's dinner-time, ses Ginger. 'I thought p'r'aps you'd like to know, in case you missed it.
Doing that and watching the performance at the same time gave 'er a stiff neck, and she got in such a temper over it she wouldn't hardly speak to Ted, and when Charlie meaning well told 'er to rub it with a bit o' mutton-fat she nearly went off her 'ead. "Who asked you to come with us?" she ses, as soon as she could speak. "'Ow dare you force yourself where you ain't wanted?"
"You'll see," I ses; "but that's your business. Come along." "With pleasure," he ses, 'elping me in. "'Arf a mo' while I tell the cabby where to drive to." He went to the back o' the cab, and afore I knew wot had 'appened the 'orse had got a flick over the head with the whip and was going along at a gallop.
"Twenty-six!" said Aurora, correcting herself. "W'ere you fin' sudge a reever lag dad Mississippi? On dit," she said, turning to Clotilde, "que ses eaux ont la propriété de contribuer même
"Fond o' children?" ses Sam. Mr. Goodman nodded. "Fond of everybody," he ses. "That's 'ow Peter is," ses Ginger; "specially young " Peter Russet and Sam both turned and looked at 'im very sharp. "Children," ses Ginger, remembering 'imself, "and teetotallers. I s'pose it is being a teetotaller 'imself." "Is Peter a teetotaller?" ses Mr. Goodman. "I'd no idea of it. Wot a joyful thing!"
"You leave go o' my lodger," ses Bob Pretty. "You leave go o' my great-uncle my dear great-uncle," ses Henery Walker, as the old gentleman called 'im a bad name and asked 'im whether he thought he was made of iron. I believe they'd ha' been at it till closing-time, on'y Smith, the landlord, came running in from the back and told them to go outside.
"It don't affect 'er appetite," ses George Hat-chard, trying to make things pleasant, "and that's the main thing." Mrs. Morgan got up to go, but arter George Hat-chard 'ad explained wot he didn't mean she sat down agin and began to talk to Mrs. Pearce about 'er dress and 'ow beautifully it was made. And she asked Mrs.
"Dreaming!" ses pore Bill, catching hold of her 'and and gripping it till she nearly screamed. "I wish I was. Can't you see it?" "See it?" ses his wife. "See wot?" "The ghost," ses Bill, in a 'orrible whisper; "the ghost of my dear, kind old pal, Silas Winch. The best and noblest pal a man ever 'ad. The kindest-'arted " "Rubbish," ses Mrs. Burtenshaw. "You've been dreaming.
"It's plain enough for any-body to see." Bob Pretty smiled. "I expect it'll turn up safe and sound one o' these days," he ses, "and then you'll come round and beg my pardon. P'r'aps " "P'r'aps wot?" ses George Barstow, arter waiting a bit. "P'r'aps somebody 'as got it and is keeping it till you've drawed the fifteen pounds out o' the bank," ses Bob, looking at 'im very hard.
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