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Updated: June 28, 2025
"'We we we've been for a bit of a walk, ses Ginger Dick, puffing and blowing like a grampus. "'To-keep down the 'unger, ses Peter Russet. "Old Sam looked at 'em very stern for a moment, then he beckoned 'em to foller 'im, and, stopping at a little public-'ouse, he went in and ordered a pint o' bitter.
He felt a bit dull at fust, but arter he had 'ad two or three 'arf-pints 'e began to take a brighter view of things. He found a very nice, cosey little public-'ouse he hadn't been in before, and, arter getting two and threepence and a pint for the 'arf-dollar with Ginger's tooth-marks on, he began to think that the world wasn't 'arf as bad a place as people tried to make out.
First turnin' opposite on the right by the 'Royal Oak, which is a public-'ouse, second turnin' to the left after that, an' you're in Upper Town Street, an' from there to the Good Samaritan it's no more 'n a stone's throw." Tilda was silent for a few moments whilst she fixed these directions in her mind.
It was all very well, but, as Smith said, wot 'e wanted was feathers in 'is piller, instead of 'aving to snatch a bit o' sleep in 'is chair or sitting down with his 'ead agin a tree. When I tell you that 'e fell asleep in this public-'ouse one night while the landlord was drawing a pint o' beer he 'ad ordered, you'll know wot 'e suffered.
She was a German Fredechen we call 'er and she could make Sauerkraut eh bien, I moi qui vous parle une bonne Francaise I make myself sick with 'er Sauerkraut. Afterwards she grow too stout and marry ze proprietaire of what you call it? a public-'ouse 'Ze Crown and Garter' at some town where we stop a week. By now, I think she 'ave many children and a chin for each." Cosgrave laughed noisily.
"I didn't take 'im at fast, but when I did I gave a laugh that brought in two more customers to see wot was the matter. Then I took 'im by the arm arter a little trouble and, taking 'im back to the wharf, explained my meaning to 'im. "'I know the very man, I ses. 'He comes into a public-'ouse down my way sometimes.
"There was a fine to-do about it up at this 'ere Cauliflower public-'ouse that night, and the quietest man 'o the whole lot was Bob Pretty. He sat still all the time drinking 'is beer and smiling at 'em and giving 'em good advice 'ow to get that gold watch. "'It's no good to me, he ses, shaking his 'ead. 'I'm a pore labourin' man, and I know my place.
Bunnett made a little speech when 'e gave it to 'im wot he couldn't remember, and wot he wouldn't repeat if 'e could. "He came up to this 'ere Cauliflower public-'ouse the same night for the money 'e had won, and Bill Chambers made another speech, but, as Smith the landlord put' in outside for it, it didn't do Bob Pretty the good it ought to ha' done."
He let 'im go at last, and after first making him pay the cab-man took 'im along till they came to a public-'ouse and made 'im pay for drinks. They stayed there till nearly eleven o'clock, and then Bill set off home 'olding the unfortunit Peter by the scruff o' the neck, and wondering out loud whether 'e ought to pay 'im a bit more or not.
"Two miles from here, where I live," he said, after several vigorous puffs, "there's a little public-'ouse called the Beehive, kept by a lady wot I've got my eye on." The soldier sat up. "She won't 'ave me," said the boatswain, with an air of mild surprise. The soldier leaned back again. "She's a lone widder," continued Mr. Benn, shaking his head, "and the Beehive is in a lonely place.
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