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.'"