With three men all courting ’er at the same time Mrs. Finch had ’er hands full, but she took to it wonderful considering.  She was so nice and kind to ’em all that even arter a week’s ’ard work none of ’em was really certain which she liked best.

They took to going in at odd times o’ the day for tobacco and such-like.  They used to go alone then, but they all met and did the polite to each other there of an evening, and then quarrelled all the way ’ome.

Then all of a sudden, without any warning, Ginger Dick and Peter Russet left off going there.  The fust evening Sam sat expecting them every minute, and was so surprised that he couldn’t take any advantage of it; but on the second, beginning by squeezing Mrs. Finch’s ’and at ha’-past seven, he ’ad got best part of his arm round ’er waist by a quarter to ten.  He didn’t do more that night because she told him to be’ave ’imself, and threatened to scream if he didn’t leave off.

He was arf-way home afore ’e thought of the reason for Ginger Dick and Peter Russet giving up, and then he went along smiling to ’imself to such an extent that people thought ’e was mad.  He went off to sleep with the smile still on ’is lips, and when Peter and Ginger came in soon arter closing time and ’e woke up and asked them where they’d been, ’e was still smiling.

“I didn’t ‘ave the pleasure o’ seeing you at Mrs. Finch’s to-night,” he ses.

“No,” ses Ginger, very short.  “We got tired of it.”

“So un’ealthy sitting in that stuffy little room every evening,” ses Peter.

Old Sam put his ’ead under the bedclothes and laughed till the bed shook; and every now and then he’d put his ’ead out and look at Peter and Ginger and laugh agin till he choked.

“I see ’ow it is,” he ses, sitting up and wiping his eyes on the sheet.  “Well, we cant all win.”

“Wot d’ye mean?” ses Ginger, very disagreeable.

“She wouldn’t ’ave you, Sam, thats wot I mean.  And I don’t wonder at it.  I wouldn’t ’ave you if I was a gal.”

“You’re dreaming, ses Peter Russet, sneering at ’im.

“That flower-pot o’ yours’ll come in handy,” ses Sam, thinking ’ow he ’ad put ’is arm round the widow’s waist; “and I thank you kindly for the teapot, Ginger.

“You don’t mean to say as you’ve asked ’er to marry you?” ses Ginger, looking at Peter Russet.

“Not quite; but I’m going to,” ses Sam, “and I’ll bet you even arf-crowns she ses ‘yes.’”

Ginger wouldn’t take ’im, and no more would Peter, not even when he raised it to five shillings; and the vain way old Sam lay there boasting and talking about ’is way with the gals made ’em both feel ill.

“I wouldn’t ’ave her if she asked me on ’er bended knees,” ses Ginger, holding up his ’ead.

“Nor me,” ses Peter.  “You’re welcome to ’er, Sam.  When I think of the evenings I’ve wasted over a fat old woman I feel——­”

“That’ll do,” ses old Sam, very sharp; “that ain’t the way to speak of a lady, even if she ’as said ‘no.’”