“There was a fine to-do about it up at this 'ere Cauliflower public-'ouse that night, and the quietest man 'o the whole lot was Bob Pretty. He sat still all the time drinking 'is beer and smiling at 'em and giving 'em good advice 'ow to get that gold watch.
“'It's no good to me,' he ses, shaking his 'ead. 'I'm a pore labourin' man, and I know my place.'
“'Ow you could ever 'ave thought you 'ad a chance, Bob, I don't know,' ses Henery Walker.
“'Ow's the toad, Bob?' ses Bill Chambers; and then they all laughed.
“'Laugh away, mates,' ses Bob; 'I know you don't mean it. The on'y thing I'm sorry for is you can't all 'ave the gold watch, and I'm sure you've worked 'ard enough for it; keeping Henery Walker's kittens for 'im, and hanging round Mr. Bunnett's.'
“'We've all got a better chance than wot you 'ave, Bob,' ses little Dicky Weed the tailor.
“The quietest man o' the whole lot was Bob Pretty”
“'Ah, that's your iggernerance, Dicky,' ses Bob. 'Come to think it over quiet like, I'm afraid I shall win it arter all. Cos why? Cos I deserves it.'