“‘We shall go round to-morrow for the last time,’ ses Sam, ‘as we told ’er we’re sailing the day arter. Of course me an’ Peter, ’aving made your fortin, drop out altogether, but I dessay we shall look in agin in about six months’ time, and then perhaps the landlady will interduce us to you.’
“‘Meantime,’ ses Peter Russet, ‘you mustn’t forget that you’ve got to send us Post Office money-orders every week.’
“Ginger said ’e wouldn’t forget, and they shook ’ands all round and ’ad a drink together, and the next arternoon Sam and Peter went to the Blue Lion for a last visit.
“It was quite early when they came back. Ginger was surprised to see ’em, and he said so, but ’e was more surprised when ’e heard their reasons.
“It come over us all at once as we’d bin doing wrong,’ Sam ses, setting down with a sigh.
“‘Come over us like a chill, it did,’ ses Peter.
“‘Doing wrong?’ ses Ginger Dick, staring. ‘Wot are you talking about?’
“‘Something the landlady said showed us as we was doin’ wrong,’ ses old Sam, very solemn; ‘it come over us in a flash.’
“‘Like lightning,’ ses Peter.
“‘All of a sudden we see wot a cruel, ’ard thing it was to go and try and deceive a poor widder woman,’ ses Sam, in a ’usky voice; ‘we both see it at once.’