The Third String eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 20 pages of information about The Third String.

The Third String eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 20 pages of information about The Third String.

Old Sam didn’t understand at fust, and when Peter explained to ’im he wanted to hit ’im for trying to twist Ginger’s words about.

“She don’t like fat old men,” ses Ginger.

“Ho!” ses old Sam, who couldn’t think of anything else to say.  “Ho! don’t she?  Ho!  Ho! indeed!”

He undressed ’imself and got into the bed he shared with Peter, and kept ’im awake for hours by telling ’im in a loud voice about all the gals he’d made love to in his life, and partikler about one gal that always fainted dead away whenever she saw either a red-’aired man or a monkey.

Peter Russet found out all about it next day, and told Sam that it was a barmaid with black ’air and eyes at the Jolly Pilots, and that she wouldn’t ’ave anything to say to Ginger.

He spoke to Ginger about it agin when they were going to bed that night, and to ’is surprise found that he was quite civil.  When ’e said that he would do anything he could for ’im, Ginger was quite affected.

“I can’t eat or drink,” he ses, in a miserable voice; “I lay awake all last night thinking of her.  She’s so diff’rent to other gals; she’s got—­If I start on you, Sam Small, you’ll know it.  You go and make that choking noise to them as likes it.”

“It’s a bit o’ egg-shell I got in my throat at break-fast this morning, Ginger,” ses Sam.  “I wonder whether she lays awake all night thinking of you?”

“I dare say she does,” ses Peter Russet, giving ’im a little push.

“Keep your ’art up, Ginger,” ses Sam; “I’ve known gals to ’ave the most ext’ordinary likings afore now.”

“Don’t take no notice of ’im,” ses Peter, holding Ginger back. “’Ow are you getting on with her?”

Ginger groaned and sat down on ’is bed and looked at the floor, and Sam went and sat on his till it shook so that Ginger offered to step over and break ’is neck for ’im.

“I can’t ’elp the bed shaking,” ses Sam; “it ain’t my fault.  I didn’t make it.  If being in love is going to make you so disagreeable to your best friends, Ginger, you’d better go and live by yourself.”

“I ’eard something about her to-day, Ginger,” ses Peter Russet.  “I met a chap I used to know at Bull’s Wharf, and he told me that she used to keep company with a chap named Bill Lumm, a bit of a prize-fighter, and since she gave ’im up she won’t look at anybody else.”

“Was she very fond of ’im, then?” asks Ginger.

“I don’t know,” ses Peter; “but this chap told me that she won’t walk out with anybody agin, unless it’s another prize-fighter.  Her pride won’t let her, I s’pose.”

“Well, that’s all right, Ginger,” ses Sam; “all you’ve got to do is to go and be a prize-fighter.”

“If I ‘ave any more o’ your nonsense—­” ses Ginger, starting up.

“That’s right,” ses Sam; “jump down anybody’s throat when they’re trying to do you a kindness.  That’s you all over, Ginger, that is.  Wot’s to prevent you telling ’er that you’re a prize-fighter from Australia or somewhere?  She won’t know no better.”

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