“Think agin,” ses Ginger, squeezing 'er waist a little.
Miss Gill shook her 'ead, and then turned and looked at 'im. Her face was so close to his, that, thinking that she 'ad put it there a-purpose, he kissed it, and the next moment 'e got a clout that made his 'ead ring.
“'Ow dare you!” she ses, jumping up with a scream. “'Ow dare you! 'Ow dare——”
“Wot's the matter?” ses her mother, coming downstairs like a runaway barrel of treacle.
“He—he's insulted me,” ses Miss Gill, taking out her little 'ankercher and sobbing. “He—k-kissed me!”
“WOT!” ses Mrs. Gill. “Well, I'd never 'ave believed it! Never! Why 'e ought to be taken up. Wot d'ye mean by it?” she ses, turning on pore Ginger.
Ginger tried to explain, but it was all no good, and two minutes arterwards 'e was walking back to 'is lodgings like a dog with its tail between its legs. His 'ead was going round and round with astonishment, and 'e was in such a temper that 'e barged into a man twice as big as himself and then offered to knock his 'ead off when 'e objected. And when Sam and Peter asked him 'ow he 'ad got on, he was in such a state of mind it was all 'e could do to answer 'em.
“And I'll trouble you for my 'arf dollar, Peter,” he ses; “I've been out with 'er all day, and I've won my bet.”
Peter paid it over like a lamb, and then 'e sat thinking 'ard for a bit.
“Are you going out with 'er agin to-morrow, Ginger?” he ses, arter a time.