“But ain't you going to take those things off fust?” I ses.
“No,” he ses, smiling. “I'll wait till I get 'ome. Ta-ta.”
He put 'is bag on 'is shoulder and walked to the gate, with me follering of 'im.
“I expect I shall see a cab soon,” he ses. “Good-bye.”
“Wot are you laughing at?” I ses.
“On'y thoughts,” he ses.
“'Ave you got far to go?' I ses.
“No; just about the same distance as you 'ave,” he ses, and he went off spluttering like a soda-water bottle.
I took the broom and 'ad a good sweep-up arter he 'ad gorn, and I was just in the middle of it when the cook and the other two chaps from the Saltram came back, with three other sailormen and a brewer's drayman they 'ad brought to see me DANCE!
“Same as you did a little while ago, Bill,” ses the cook, taking out 'is beastly mouth-orgin and wiping it on 'is sleeve. “Wot toon would you like?”