pickpockets that I didn't bring much away with me. If you could wait
till the day arter to-morrow, when my money is sent to me, you can 'ave
ten if you like."

"You're very kind," ses Sam, "but that 'ud be too late for me. I must
try and get it somewhere else." Peter and Ginger went on eating their
breakfast, but every time Peter looked up he caught 'is uncle looking at
'im in such a surprised and disappointed sort o' way that 'e didn't like
the look of it at all.

"I could just do it for a couple o' days, Sam," he ses at last, "but
it'll leave me very short."

"That's right," ses his uncle, smiling. "My nevvy, Peter Russet, will
lend it to you, Mr. Small, of 'is own free will. He 'as offered afore he
was asked, and that's the proper way to do it, in my opinion."

He reached acrost the table and shook 'ands with Peter, and said that
generosity ran in their family, and something seemed to tell 'im as Peter
wouldn't lose by it. Everybody seemed pleased with each other, and arter
Ginger Dick and Peter 'ad gone out Mr. Goodman took the five pounds off
of old Sam and stowed 'em away very careful in the match-box.

[Illustration: "He reached acrost the table and shook 'ands with Peter."]

"It's nice to 'ave money agin," he ses. "There's enough for a week's
enjoyment here."

"Yes," ses Sam, slow-like; "but wot I want to know is, wot about the day
arter to-morrow, when Peter expects 'is money?"