"'Arm?"  I ses.  "I won't 'ave it, that's all; and if you knew my missis you'd know without any telling." 

     "I'll bet you a pound to a sixpence she wouldn't know me," he ses, very earnest. 

     "She won't 'ave the chance," I ses, "so that's all about it." 

     He stood there argufying for about ten minutes; but I was as firm as a rock. I wouldn't move an inch, and at last, arter we was both on the point of losing our tempers, he picked up his bag and said as 'ow he must be getting off 'ome. 

     "But ain't you going to take those things off fust?"  I ses. 

     "No," he ses, smiling.  "I'll wait till I get 'ome. Ta-ta." 

     He put 'is bag on 'is shoulder and walked to the gate, with me follering of 'im. 

     "I expect I shall see a cab soon," he ses.  "Good-bye." 

     "Wot are you laughing at?"  I ses. 

     "On'y thoughts," he ses. 

     "'Ave you got far to go?' I ses. 

     "No; just about the same distance as you 'ave," he ses, and he went off spluttering like a soda-water bottle. 

     I took the broom and 'ad a good sweep-up arter he 'ad gorn, and I was just in the middle of it when the cook and the other two chaps from the Saltram came back, with three other sailormen and a brewer's drayman they     'ad brought to see me DANCE! 

     "Same as you did a little while ago, Bill," ses the cook, taking out 'is beastly mouth-orgin and wiping it on 'is sleeve.  "Wot toon would you like?" 

     I couldn't get away from 'em, and when I told them I 'ad never danced in my life the cook asked me where I expected to go to. He told the drayman that I'd been dancing like a fairy in sea-boots, and they all got in front of me and wouldn't let me pass. I lost my temper at last, and, arter they 'ad taken the broom away from me and the drayman and one o'     the sailormen 'ad said wot they'd do to me if I was on'y fifty years younger, they sheered off. 

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