It was a long time afore Peter could understand wot ’e meant, but as soon as ’e did ’e started to look for ’em. Drink takes people in different ways, and the way it always took Peter was to make ’im one o’ the most obliging men that ever lived. He spent arf the night crawling about on all fours looking for the clothes, and four or five times old Isaac woke up from dreams of earthquakes to find Peter ’ad got jammed under ’is bed, and was wondering what ’ad ’appened to ’im. None of ’em was in the best o’ tempers when they woke up next morning, and Ginger ’ad ’ardly got ’is eyes open before Isaac was asking ’im about ’is clothes agin. “Don’t bother me about your clothes,” ses Ginger; “talk about something else for a change.” “Where are they?” ses Isaac, sitting on the edge of ’is bed. Ginger yawned and felt in ’is waistcoat pocket—for neither of ’em ’ad undressed—and then ’e took the pawn-ticket out and threw it on the floor. Isaac picked it up, and then ’e began to dance about the room as if ’e’d gone mad. “Do you mean to tell me you’ve pawned my clothes?” he shouts. “Me and Peter did,” ses Ginger, sitting up in bed and getting ready for a row. Isaac dropped on the bed agin all of a ’eap. “And wot am I to do?” he ses. “If you be’ave yourself,” ses Ginger, “and give us our money, me and Peter’ll go and get ’em out agin. When we’ve ’ad breakfast, that is. There’s no hurry.” “But I ’aven’t got the money,” ses Isaac; “it was all sewn up in the lining of the coat. I’ve on’y got about five shillings. You’ve made a nice mess of it, Ginger, you ’ave.” “You’re a silly fool, Ginger, that’s wot you are,” ses Peter. “_Sewn up in the lining of the coat?_” ses Ginger, staring. “The bank-notes was,” ses Isaac, “and three pounds in gold ’idden in the cap. Did you pawn that too?” Ginger got up in ’is excitement and walked up and down the room. “We must go and get ’em out at once,” he ses. “And where’s the money to do it with?” ses Peter. Ginger ’adn’t thought of that, and it struck ’im all of a heap. None of ’em seemed to be able to think of a way of getting the other ten shillings wot was wanted, and Ginger was so upset that ’e took no notice of the things Peter kept saying to ’im. “Let’s go and ask to see ’em, and say we left a railway-ticket in the pocket,” ses Peter. Isaac shook ’is ’ead. “There’s on’y one way to do it,” he ses. “We shall ’ave to pawn your clothes, Ginger, to get mine out with.” “That’s the on’y way, Ginger,” ses Peter, brightening up. “Now, wot’s the good o’ carrying on like that? It’s no worse for you to be without your clothes for a little while than it was for pore old Isaac.”