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. A silver watch and chain and a gold ring. Look at it!"
He held his 'and under Ginger's nose, and Ginger stood there looking at it and opening and shutting 'is mouth like a dying fish. Then he took Peter by the arm and led'im away while the nevy was opening 'is new watch and showing Sam the works.
"'Ow much did she get out of you, Peter?" ses Ginger, looking at 'im very hard. "I don't want any lies."
"Three quid," ses Peter, staring at 'im.
"Same 'ere," ses Ginger, grinding his teeth. "Did she give you a smack on the side of your face?"
"Wot—are—you—talking about, Ginger?" ses Peter.
"Did she smack your face too?" ses Ginger.
"Yes," ses Peter.