“That's me standing on the bridge,” he ses, pointing out a little dot with the stem of 'is pipe. “It's your figger,” ses Mrs. Finch, straining her eyes. “I should know it anywhere.” “You've got wonderful eyes, ma'am,” ses old Sam, choking with 'is pipe. “Anybody can see that,” ses Ginger. “They're the largest and the bluest I've ever seen.” Mrs. Finch told 'im not to talk nonsense, but both Sam and Peter Russet could see 'ow pleased she was. “Truth is truth,” ses Ginger. “I'm a plain man, and I speak my mind.” “Blue is my fav'rit' colour,” ses old Sam, in a tender voice. “True blue.” Peter Russet began to feel out of it. “I thought brown was,” he ses. “Ho!” ses Sam, turning on 'im; “and why?” “I 'ad my reasons,” ses Peter, nodding, and shutting 'is mouth very firm. “I thought brown was 'is fav'rit colour too,” ses Ginger. “I don't know why. It's no use asking me; because if you did I couldn't tell you.” “Brown's a very nice colour,” ses Mrs. Finch, wondering wot was the matter with old Sam. “Blue,” ses Ginger; “big blue eyes—they're the ones for me. Other people may 'ave their blacks and their browns,” he ses, looking at Sam and Peter Russet, “but give me blue.” They went on like that all the evening, and every time the shop-bell went and the widow 'ad to go out to serve a customer they said in w'ispers wot they thought of each other; and once when she came back rather sudden Ginger 'ad to explain to 'er that 'e was showing Peter Russet a scratch on his knuckle. Ginger Dick was the fust there next night, and took 'er a little chiney teapot he 'ad picked up dirt cheap because it was cracked right acrost the middle; but, as he explained that he 'ad dropped it in hurrying to see 'er, she was just as pleased. She stuck it up on the mantelpiece, and the things she said about Ginger's kindness and generosity made Peter Russet spend good money that he wanted for 'imself on a painted flower-pot next evening. With three men all courting 'er at the same time Mrs. Finch had 'er hands full, but she took to it wonderful considering. She was so nice and kind to 'em all that even arter a week's 'ard work none of 'em was really certain which she liked best. They took to going in at odd times o' the day for tobacco and such-like. They used to go alone then, but they all met and did the polite to each other there of an evening, and then quarrelled all the way 'ome. Then all of a sudden, without any warning, Ginger Dick and Peter Russet left off going there. The fust evening Sam sat expecting them every minute, and was so surprised that he couldn't take any advantage of it; but on the second, beginning by squeezing Mrs. Finch's 'and at ha'-past seven, he 'ad got best part of his arm round 'er waist by a quarter to ten. He didn't do more that night because she told him to be'ave 'imself, and threatened to scream if he didn't leave off.