“Peter counted up to 'imself. 'I make it more than that, old pal,' he ses, when he 'ad finished.
“'Do you?' ses Ginger, getting up. 'Well, he won't; not if he counts it twenty times over he won't. Good-night, Peter. 'Appy dreams.'”
DUAL CONTROL
“Never say 'die,' Bert,” said Mr. Culpepper, kindly; “I like you, and so do most other people who know what's good for 'em; and if Florrie don't like you she can keep single till she does.”
Mr. Albert Sharp thanked him.
“Come in more oftener,” said Mr. Culpepper. “If she don't know a steady young man when she sees him, it's her mistake.”
“Nobody could be steadier than what I am,” sighed Mr. Sharp.
Mr. Culpepper nodded. “The worst of it is, girls don't like steady young men,” he said, rumpling his thin grey hair; “that's the silly part of it.”
“But you was always steady, and Mrs. Culpepper married you,” said the young man.