There was one for each couple, and after the ladies had sucked the juice they divided them and added their respective shares to their dinners and teas. Supper came next. Again they fell to sausage-rolls, boiled eggs, and saveloys, and countless bottles of beer were added to those already drunk. 'I dunno 'ow many bottles of beer I've drunk--I've lost count,' said Liza; whereat there was a general laugh. They still had an hour before the brake was to start back, and it was then the concertinas came in useful. They sat down on the grass, and the concert was begun by Harry, who played a solo; then there was a call for a song, and Jim stood up and sang that ancient ditty, 'O dem Golden Kippers, O'. There was no shyness in the company, and Liza, almost without being asked, gave another popular comic song. Then there was more concertina playing, and another demand for a song. Liza turned to Tom, who was sitting quietly by her side. 'Give us a song, old cock,' she said. 'I can't,' he answered. 'I'm not a singin' sort.' At which Blakeston got up and offered to sing again. 'Tom is rather a soft,' said Liza to herself, 'not like that cove Blakeston.' They repaired to the public-house to have a few last drinks before the brake started, and when the horn blew to warn them, rather unsteadily, they proceeded to take their places. Liza, as she scrambled up the steps, said: 'Well, I believe I'm boozed.' The coachman had arrived at the melancholy stage of intoxication, and was sitting on his box holding his reins, with his head bent on his chest. He was thinking sadly of the long-lost days of his youth, and wishing he had been a better man. Liza had no respect for such holy emotions, and she brought down her fist on the crown of his hat, and bashed it over his eyes. 'Na then, old jellybelly,' she said, 'wot's the good of 'avin' a fice as long as a kite?' He turned round and smote her. 'Jellybelly yerself!' said he. 'Puddin' fice!' she cried. 'Kite fice!' 'Boss eye!' She was tremendously excited, laughing and singing, keeping the whole company in an uproar. In her jollity she had changed hats with Tom, and he in her big feathers made her shriek with laughter. When they started they began to sing 'For 'e's a jolly good feller', making the night resound with their noisy voices.