He took his place at the end of the file of men, and as he did so, the man in front of him, a fringe-haired, quick-eyed youth with a muffler round his neck, turned and greeted him. "'Illoa, myte!" he said with the cheery friendliness of the East End. "You come too, eih?" Gilbert answered, "Yes, I thought I might as well!" "Well 'ave to wyte a 'ell of a time," the Cockney went on.
A man and a woman were standing at the corner of a street, talking, and he overheard them as he passed. "'Illoa, Sarah," the man said, "w'ere you goin', eih?" "Goin' roan' the awfices," she answered, "to see if I kin get a job o' charin'!" "Gawblimey!" said the man, laughing at her. "Well, you got to do somethink, 'aven't you?
'At it again, I says to my pal, as we hooked back to the camp, but when we was in the train, an' it didn't stop an' go back again, I says to 'im, ''Illoa, I says, 'we're off! An' I 'adn't said 'Good-bye' to 'er this time. I thought to myself, 'I won't make a bloomin' ass of myself this time! An' there we was ... off at last! 'This is a nice-old-'ow-d'ye-do! I says.