“You give me 'old o' that string,” ses Sam. “If you don't want shares, that's all right. If I'm going to look arter 'im I'll 'ave it all.”
That made Ginger and Peter look at each other. Direckly Sam began to talk about money they began to think they might be losing something.
“And wot about 'aving 'im in our bedroom and keeping us awake all night?” ses Peter.
“And putting it on to me with the toothache,” ses Ginger. “No; you can look arter 'im, Sam, while me and Peter goes off and enjoys ourselves; and if you get anything we go shares, mind.”
“All right,” ses Sam, turning away with the dog.
“And suppose Sam gets a reward or sells it, and then tells us that it ran away and 'e lost it?” ses Peter.
“O' course; I never thought o' that,” ses Ginger. “You've got your 'ead on straight, Peter.”
“I see 'im smile, that's why,” ses Peter Russet.
“You're a liar,” ses Sam.
“We'll stick together,” ses Ginger. “Leastways, one of us'll keep with you, Sam.”