"I can't tell you any more," ses Miss Gill, "and I wouldn't 'ave told you that only you asked me, and somehow I feel as though I 'ave to tell you things, when you want me to." "Three pounds ain't much," ses pore Ginger, wot 'ad just been paid off arter a long v'y'ge. "I can let you 'ave it and welcome." Miss Gill started away from 'im as though she 'ad been stung, and it took 'im all his time to talk 'er round agin. When he 'ad she begged 'is pardon and said he was the most generous man she 'ad ever met, but it couldn't be. "I don't know when I could pay it back," she ses, "but I thank you all the same for offering it." "Pay it back when you like," ses Ginger, "and if you never pay it back, it don't matter." He offered 'er the money four or five times, but she wouldn't take it, but at last just as they got near her 'ouse he forced it in her 'and, and put his own 'ands in his pockets when she tried to make 'im take it back. "You are good to me," she ses arter they 'ad gone inside and 'er mother 'ad gone upstairs arter giving Ginger a bottle o' beer to amuse 'imself with; "I shall never forget you. Never." "I 'ope not," ses Ginger, starting. "Are you coming out agin to- morrow?" "I'm afraid I can't," ses Miss Gill, shaking her 'ead and looking sorrowful. "Not with me?" ses Ginger, sitting down beside her on the sofa and putting 'is arm so that she could lean against it if she wanted to. "I don't think I can," ses the gal, leaning back very gentle. "Think agin," ses Ginger, squeezing 'er waist a little. Miss Gill shook her 'ead, and then turned and looked at 'im. Her face was so close to his, that, thinking that she 'ad put it there a-purpose, he kissed it, and the next moment 'e got a clout that made his 'ead ring. "'Ow dare you!" she ses, jumping up with a scream. "'Ow dare you! 'Ow dare----" "Wot's the matter?" ses her mother, coming downstairs like a runaway barrel of treacle. "He--he's insulted me," ses Miss Gill, taking out her little 'ankercher and sobbing. "He--k-kissed me!" "WOT!" ses Mrs. Gill. "Well, I'd never 'ave believed it! Never! Why 'e ought to be taken up. Wot d'ye mean by it?" she ses, turning on pore Ginger. Ginger tried to explain, but it was all no good, and two minutes arterwards 'e was walking back to 'is lodgings like a dog with its tail between its legs. His 'ead was going round and round with astonishment, and 'e was in such a temper that 'e barged into a man twice as big as himself and then offered to knock his 'ead off when 'e objected. And when Sam and Peter asked him 'ow he 'ad got on, he was in such a state of mind it was all 'e could do to answer 'em. "And I'll trouble you for my 'arf dollar, Peter," he ses; "I've been out with 'er all day, and I've won my bet." Peter paid it over like a lamb, and then 'e sat thinking 'ard for a bit. "Are you going out with 'er agin to-morrow, Ginger?" he ses, arter a time.