“Afore ’e got stout and old,” he ses, shaking his ’ead, “there wasn’t a smarter skipper afloat.”

“We all ’ave our day,” ses Ginger, shaking his ’ead too.

“I dessay he’s good for another year or two afloat, yet,” ses Peter Russet, considering.  “With care,” ses Ginger.

Old Sam was going to say something, but ’e stopped himself just in time.  “They will ’ave their joke,” he ses, turning to Mrs. Finch and trying to smile.  “I feel as young as ever I did.”

Mrs. Finch said that anybody with arf an eye could see that, and then she looked at a kettle that was singing on the ’ob.

“I s’pose you gentlemen wouldn’t care for a cup o’ cocoa?” she ses, turning to them.

Ginger Dick and Peter both said that they liked it better than anything else, and, arter she ‘ad got out the cups and saucers and a tin o’ cocoa, Ginger held the kettle and poured the water in the cups while she stirred them, and old Sam sat looking on ’elpless.

“It does seem funny to see you drinking cocoa, captin,” ses Ginger, as old Sam took his cup.

“Ho!” ses Sam, firing up; “and why, if I might make so bold as to ask?”

“’Cos I’ve generally seen you drinking something out of a bottle,” ses Ginger.

“Now, look ’ere,” ses Sam, starting up and spilling some of the hot cocoa over ’is lap.

“A ginger-beer bottle,” ses Peter Russet, making faces at Ginger to keep quiet.

“Yes, o’ course, that’s wot I meant,” ses Ginger.

Old Sam wiped the cocoa off ’is knees without saying a word, but his weskit kept going up and down till Peter Russet felt quite sorry for ’im.

“There’s nothing like it,” he ses to Mrs. Finch.  “It was by sticking to ginger-beer and milk and such-like that Captain Small ’ad command of a ship afore ’e was twenty-five.”

“Lor’!” ses Mrs. Finch.

She smiled at old Sam till Peter got uneasy agin, and began to think p’r’aps ’e’d been praising ’im too much.

“Of course, I’m speaking of long ago now,” he ses.

“Years and years afore you was born, ma’am,” ses Ginger.

Old Sam was going to say something, but Mrs. Finch looked so pleased that ‘e thought better of it.  Some o’ the cocoa ’e was drinking went the wrong way, and then Ginger patted ’im on the back and told ’im to be careful not to bring on ’is brownchitis agin.  Wot with temper and being afraid to speak for fear they should let Mrs. Finch know that ’e wasn’t a captin, he could ’ardly bear ’imself, but he very near broke out when Peter Russet advised ’im to ’ave his weskit lined with red flannel.  They all stayed on till closing time, and by the time they left they ’ad made theirselves so pleasant that Mrs. Finch said she’d be pleased to see them any time they liked to look in.

Sam Small waited till they ’ad turned the corner, and then he broke out so alarming that they could ’ardly do anything with ’im.  Twice policemen spoke to ’im and advised ’im to go home afore they altered their minds; and he ’ad to hold ’imself in and keep quiet while Ginger and Peter Russet took ’is arms and said they were seeing him ’ome.