“I don't want to spile your evening,” he says, very perlite. “I must get 'ome to mend a pair o' trowsis o' mine, but there's no need for you to come.”
“I'll come and watch you,” ses Peter's uncle.
“And then I'm going off to bed early,” ses Sam. “Me, too,” ses Ginger, and Peter said he could hardly keep 'is eyes open.
They got on a bus, and as Sam was about to foller Ginger and Peter on top, Mr. Goodman took hold of 'im by the arm and said they'd go inside. He paid two penny fares, and while Sam was wondering 'ow to tell 'im that it would be threepence each, the bus stopped to take up a passenger and he got up and moved to the door.
“They've gone up there,” he ses, pointing.
Afore Sam could stop 'im he got off, and Sam, full o' surprise, got off too, and follered 'im' on to the pavement.
“Who's gone up there?” he ses, as the bus went on agin.
“Peter and Mr. Ginger Dick,” ses Mr. Goodman. “But don't you trouble. You go 'ome and mend your trowsis.”
“But they're on the bus,” ses Sam, staring. “Dick and Peter, I mean.”
Mr. Goodman shook his 'ead.