“Why, Sam, wot are you thinking of?” ses Peter, who didn’t want anybody to ’ave wot he couldn’t.  “Why, the shop’s shut.”

“I don’t think so,” ses Sam, glaring at ’im.  “Anyway, we can go and see.”

Peter said he’d go with ’im, and just as they got to the door Mr. Goodman said he’d go too.  O’ course, the shops was shut, and arter Mr. Goodman ’ad stood on Tower Hill admiring the Tower by moonlight till Sam felt ready to drop, they all walked back.  Three times Sam’s boot-lace come undone, but as the ethers all stopped too to see ’im do it up it didn’t do ’im much good.  Wot with temper and dryness ’e could ’ardly bid Peter “Good-night.”

Sam and Ginger ’ad something the next morning, but morning ain’t the time for it; and arter they had ’ad dinner Mr. Goodman asked ’em to go to the Zoological Gardens with ’im.  He paid for them all, and he ’ad a lot to say about kindness to animals and ’ow you could do anything with ’em a’most by kindness.  He walked about the place talking like a book, and when a fat monkey, wot was pretending to be asleep, got a bit o’ Sam’s whisker, he said it was on’y instink, and the animal had no wish to do ’im ’arm.

“Very likely thought it was doing you a kindness, Sam,” ses Ginger.

Mr. Goodman said it was very likely, afore Sam could speak, and arter walking about and looking at the other things they come out and ’ad a nice, strong, ‘ot cup o’ tea, same as they ’ad the day before, and then walked about, not knowing what to do with themselves.

Sam got tired of it fust, and catching Ginger’s eye said he thought it was time to get ’ome in case too much enjoyment wasn’t good for ’em.  His idea was to get off with Ginger and make a night of it, and when ’e found Peter and his uncle was coming too, he began to think that things was looking serious.

“I don’t want to spile your evening,” he says, very perlite.  “I must get ‘ome to mend a pair o’ trowsis o’ mine, but there’s no need for you to come.”

“I’ll come and watch you,” ses Peter’s uncle.

“And then I’m going off to bed early,” ses Sam.  “Me, too,” ses Ginger, and Peter said he could hardly keep ’is eyes open.

They got on a bus, and as Sam was about to foller Ginger and Peter on top, Mr. Goodman took hold of ’im by the arm and said they’d go inside.  He paid two penny fares, and while Sam was wondering ’ow to tell ’im that it would be threepence each, the bus stopped to take up a passenger and he got up and moved to the door.

“They’ve gone up there,” he ses, pointing.

Afore Sam could stop ‘im he got off, and Sam, full o’ surprise, got off too, and follered ‘im’ on to the pavement.

“Who’s gone up there?” he ses, as the bus went on agin.

“Peter and Mr. Ginger Dick,” ses Mr. Good-man.  “But don’t you trouble.  You go ’ome and mend your trowsis.”

“But they’re on the bus,” ses Sam, staring.  “Dick and Peter, I mean.”