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nodding, and shutting 'is mouth very firm.
"I thought brown was 'is fav'rit colour too," ses Ginger. "I don't know
why. It's no use asking me; because if you did I couldn't tell you."
"Brown's a very nice colour," ses Mrs. Finch, wondering wot was the
matter with old Sam.
"Blue," ses Ginger; "big blue eyes--they're the ones for me. Other
people may 'ave their blacks and their browns," he ses, looking at Sam
and Peter Russet, "but give me blue."
They went on like that all the evening, and every time the shop-bell
went and the widow 'ad to go out to serve a customer they said in

w'ispers wot they thought of each other; and once when she came back
rather sudden Ginger 'ad to explain to 'er that 'e was showing Peter
Russet a scratch on his knuckle.
Ginger Dick was the fust there next night, and took 'er a little chiney
teapot he 'ad picked up dirt cheap because it was cracked right acrost
the middle; but, as he explained that he 'ad dropped it in hurrying to see
'er, she was just as pleased. She stuck it up on the mantelpiece, and the
things she said about Ginger's kindness and generosity made Peter
Russet spend good money that he wanted for 'imself on a painted
flower-pot next evening.
With three men all courting 'er at the same time Mrs. Finch had 'er
hands full, but she took to it wonderful considering. She was so nice
and kind to 'em all that even arter a week's 'ard work none of 'em was
really certain which she liked best.
They took to going in at odd times o' the day for tobacco and such-like.
They used to go alone then, but they all met and did the polite to each
other there of an evening, and then quarrelled all the way 'ome.
Then all of a sudden, without any warning, Ginger Dick and Peter
Russet left off going there. The fust evening Sam sat expecting them
every minute, and was so surprised that he couldn't take any advantage
of it; but on the second, beginning by squeezing Mrs. Finch's 'and at
ha'-past seven, he 'ad got best part of his arm round 'er waist by a
quarter to ten. He didn't do more that night because she told him to
be'ave 'imself, and threatened to scream if he didn't leave off.
He was arf-way home afore 'e thought of the reason for Ginger Dick
and Peter Russet giving up, and then he went along smiling to 'imself to
such an extent that people thought 'e was mad. He went off to sleep
with the smile still on 'is lips, and when Peter and Ginger came in soon
arter closing time and 'e woke up and asked them where they'd been, 'e
was still smiling.
"I didn't 'ave the pleasure o' seeing you at Mrs. Finch's to-night," he ses.

"No," ses Ginger, very short. "We got tired of it."
"So un'ealthy sitting in that stuffy little room every evening," ses Peter.
Old Sam put his 'ead under the bedclothes and laughed till the bed
shook; and every now and then he'd put his 'ead out and look at Peter
and Ginger and laugh agin till he choked.
"I see 'ow it is," he ses, sitting up and wiping his eyes on the sheet.
"Well, we cant all win."
"Wot d'ye mean?" ses Ginger, very disagreeable.
"She wouldn't 'ave you, Sam, thats wot I mean. And I don't wonder at it.
I wouldn't 'ave you if I was a gal."
"You're dreaming, ses Peter Russet, sneering at 'im.
"That flower-pot o' yours'll come in handy," ses Sam, thinking 'ow he
'ad put 'is arm round the widow's waist; "and I thank you kindly for the
teapot, Ginger.
"You don't mean to say as you've asked 'er to marry you?" ses Ginger,
looking at Peter Russet.
"Not quite; but I'm going to," ses Sam, "and I'll bet you even
arf-crowns she ses 'yes.'"
Ginger wouldn't take 'im, and no more would Peter, not even when he
raised it to five shillings; and the vain way old Sam lay there boasting
and talking about 'is way with the gals made 'em both feel ill.
"I wouldn't 'ave her if she asked me on 'er bended knees," ses Ginger,
holding up his 'ead.
"Nor me," ses Peter. "You're welcome to 'er, Sam. When I think of the
evenings I've wasted over a fat old woman I feel----"
"That'll do," ses old Sam, very sharp; "that ain't the way to speak of a

lady, even if she 'as said 'no.'"
"All right, Sam," ses Ginger. "You go in and win if you think you're so
precious clever."
Old Sam said that that was wot 'e was