“I've got seven shillings and fourpence and two stamps left,” he ses. “Where it's all gone to I can't think.”
“Don't you worry about that,” ses Sam. “I've got a pound or two left yet.”
“No, I ain't going to be a burden on you,” ses Mr. Goodman, “but another week I must 'ave, so I must get the money somehow. Peter can't spend much, the way he goes on.”
Sam gave a little cough.
“I'll get a pound or two out of 'im,” ses Mr. Goodman.
Sam coughed agin. “Won't he think it rather funny?” he ses, arter a bit.
“Not if it's managed properly,” ses Mr. Goodman, thinking 'ard. “I'll tell you 'ow we'll do it. To-morrow morning, while we are eating of our breakfast, you ask me to lend you a pound or two.”
Sam, what 'ad just taken up 'is glass for a drink, put it down agin and stared at 'im.
“But I don't want no money,” he ses; “and, besides, you 'aven't got any.”
“You do as I tell you,” ses Mr. Goodman, “and when you've got it, you hand it over to me, see? Ask me to lend you five pounds.”