"She's rather too young for me; I like talking to gals wot's a
bit older. I won't stand in Ginger's way."
"I found 'er a bit young too," ses Ginger. "P'r'aps we'd better let
Sam's nevy 'ave 'er. Arter all it's a bit rough on 'im when you come to
think of it."
"You're quite right," ses Peter, jumping up. "It's Sam's business, and
why we should go out of our way and inconvenience ourselves to do 'im a
good turn, I don't know."
"It's Sam all over," ses Ginger; "he's always been like that, and the
more you try to oblige 'im, the more you may."
They went on abusing Sam till he got sick and tired of it, and arter
telling 'em wot he thought of 'em he slammed the door and went out and
spent the evening by 'imself. He would 'ardly speak to them next day,
but arter tea he brightened up a bit and they went off together as if
nothing 'ad happened, and the fust thing they saw as they turned out of
their street was Sam's nevy coming along smiling till it made their
faces ache to look at him.
"I was just coming to see you," he ses.
"We're just off on business," ses Ginger.
"I wasn't going to stop," ses the nevy; "my young lady just told me to
step along and show uncle wot she has bought me.
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