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.