"'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.'
"They all laughed agin, and Bill Chambers laughed so 'arty that 'e joggled Peter Gubbins's arm and upset 'is beer.