Ted was very proud of 'is looks, and the way he went on was alarming. Fust of all he found fault with the chap 'e was playing with, and then he turned on the cook.
“It's a pity you didn't see that in a dream,” he ses, tryin' to sneer, on'y the sticking-plaster was too strong for 'im.
“But I did see it,” ses the cook, drawin' 'imself up.
“Wot?” ses Ted, starting.
“I dreamt it night afore last, just exactly as it 'appened,” ses the cook, in a offhand way.
“Why didn't you tell me, then?” ses Ted choking.
“It 'ud ha' been no good,” ses the cook, smiling and shaking his 'ead. “Wot I see must 'appen. I on'y see the future, and that must be.”
“But you stood there watching me chucking the bottle about,” ses Ted, getting out of 'is bunk. “Why didn't you stop me?”
“You don't understand,” ses the cook. “If you'd 'ad more eddication—”