“He shut the door when 'e got in, and arter Peter 'ad lit the candle they took hold o' Sam and went through 'im, and arter trying to find pockets where he 'adn't got any, they took off 'is belt and found Ginger's watch, seventeen pounds five shillings, and a few coppers. “'We 'ad over nine quid each, me and Peter,' ses Ginger. 'Where's the rest?' “'It's all I've got left,' ses Sam; 'every ha'penny.' “He 'ad to undress and even take 'is boots off afore they'd believe 'im, and then Ginger took 'is watch and he ses to Peter, 'Lemme see; 'arf of seventeen pounds is eight pounds ten; 'arf of five shillings is 'arf-a-crown; and 'arf of fourpence is twopence.' “'What about me Ginger old pal?' ses Sam, in a kind voice. 'We must divide it into threes.' “'Threes?' ses Ginger, staring at'im. 'Whaffor?' “''Cos part of it's mine,' ses Sam, struggling 'ard to be perlite. 'I've paid for everything for the last ten days, ain't I?' “'Yes,' ses Ginger. 'You 'ave, and I thank you for it.' “'So do I,' ses Peter Russet. 'Hearty I do.' “'It was your kind-'artedness,' ses Ginger, grinning like mad. 'You gave it to us, and we wouldn't dream of giving it to you back.' “'Nothin' o' the kind,' ses Sam, choking. “'Oh, yes you did,' ses Ginger, 'and you didn't forget to tell people neither. You told everybody. Now it's our turn.' “He opened the door and kicked the lodger out. Leastways, he would 'ave kicked 'im, but the chap was too quick for 'im. And then 'e came back, and, putting his arm round Peter's waist, danced a waltz round the room with 'im, while pore old Sam got on to his bed to be out of the way. They danced for nearly 'arf-an-hour, and then they undressed and sat on Peter's bed and talked. They talked in whispers at fust, but at last Sam 'eard Peter say:-- “'Threepence for 'is brekfuss; sevenpence for 'is dinner; threepence for 'is tea; penny for beer and a penny for bacca. 'Ow much is that, Ginger?' “'One bob,' ses Ginger. “Peter counted up to 'imself. 'I make it more than that, old pal,' he ses, when he 'ad finished. “'Do you?' ses Ginger, getting up. 'Well, he won't; not if he counts it twenty times over he won't. Good-night, Peter. 'Appy dreams.'” DUAL CONTROL “Never say 'die,' Bert,” said Mr. Culpepper, kindly; “I like you, and so do most other people who know what's good for 'em; and if Florrie don't like you she can keep single till she does.” Mr. Albert Sharp thanked him. “Come in more oftener,” said Mr. Culpepper. “If she don't know a steady young man when she sees him, it's her mistake.” “Nobody could be steadier than what I am,” sighed Mr. Sharp. Mr. Culpepper nodded. “The worst of it is, girls don't like steady young men,” he said, rumpling his thin grey hair; “that's the silly part of it.” “But you was always steady, and Mrs. Culpepper married you,” said the young man.