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"It is only cotton," I alleged, hurriedly; "and cheaper, and washes better than any other colour." "Et Mademoiselle Lucy est coquette comme dix Parisiennes," he answered. "A-t-on jamais vu une Anglaise pareille. Regardez plutot son chapeau, et ses gants, et ses brodequins!"
"Wot 'ave you got to say for yourself?" she ses, with a scream. "Nothing," I ses, at last. "It's all a mistake." "Mistake?" she ses. "Yes, you made a mistake leaving it in your pocket; that's all the mistake you've made. That's wot you do, is it, when you're supposed to be at the wharf? Go about with a blue 'at with red roses in it!
"Mr. Sangsby," says Jo, "I went and giv a illness to the lady as wos and yit as warn't the t'other lady, and none of 'em never says nothink to me for having done it, on accounts of their being ser good and my having been s'unfortnet. The lady come herself and see me yesday, and she ses, 'Ah, Jo! she ses. 'We thought we'd lost you, Jo! she ses.
When 'e came to 'is senses agin the door leading to the bar was shut, and 'is wife's uncle, who 'ad been asleep in the easy-chair, was finding fault with 'im for waking 'im up. "Why can't you be quiet and peaceable?" he ses, shaking his 'ead at him. "I've been 'ard at work all the morning thinking wot colour to paint the back-door, and this is the second time I've been woke up since dinner.
"'Mean by what, sir? asks Joe. "'Putting your black ugly face over the side o' the ship an' frightening my sea-sarpint! bellows the skipper, 'You know how easy it's skeered. "'Frightening the sea-sarpint? ses Joe, trembling all over, an' turning very white. "'If I see that face o' yours over the side agin, my lad, ses the skipper very fierce, 'I'll give it a black eye. Now cut!
I'll tie a bit o' string round my little finger to-night as a re-minder." He got out of bed and began to wash 'is face, and Ginger Dick, who was doing a bit o' thinking, gave a whisper to Sam and Peter Russet. "All right, Bill, old man," he ses, getting out of bed and beginning to put his clothes on; "but first of all we'll try and find out 'ow the landlord is."
He told me 'e should only be away five minutes. And he 'ad got an honest face: nice open blue eyes, and a smile that done you good to look at." "You've been swindled," I ses, "and you know it. If I'd been done like that I should never hold up my 'ead agin. Why, a child o' five would know better. You and your crew all seem to be tarred with the same brush. You ain't fit to be trusted out alone."
He seemed quite pleased to see Peter, and by and by Sam, who was bursting with curiosity, came down-stairs to ask Peter to lend 'im a boot-lace, and was interduced. Then Ginger came down to look for Sam, and in a few minutes they was all talking as comfortable as possible. "I ain't seen Peter for twenty years," ses Mr. Goodman "twenty long years!" Sam shook his 'ead and looked at the floor.
"Wot 'ave you been such a long time for?" ses Ginger, in a low, fierce voice, as Isaac stopped underneath the winder and nodded up to 'em. "I met a old friend," ses Isaac. "Met a old friend?" ses Ginger, in a passion. "Wot d'ye mean, wasting time like that while we was sitting up 'ere waiting and starving?" "I 'adn't seen 'im for years," ses Isaac, "and time slipped away afore I noticed it."
He 'ad to shout to make 'imself heard, and all four of 'em seemed to be trying which could make the most noise. "He's my lodger," ses Bob Pretty, "and he can't go without giving me proper notice; that's the lor a week's notice." They all shouted ag'in then, and at last the old gentleman told Henery Walker to give Bob Pretty ten shillings for the week's notice and ha' done with 'im.
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