Gerty jumped up off of ’er chair and kissed ’im, while Mrs. Mitchell said she knew ’is bark was worse than ’is bite, and asked ’im who was wasting his money now?

“You meet me at London Bridge Station at two o’clock,” ses Uncle Joe, getting up to go.  “It ain’t extravagance for a man as can afford it.”

He shook ’ands with George Crofts and went, and, arter George ’ad stayed long enough to hear a lot o’ things about Uncle Joe which made ’im think they’d get on very well together, he went off too.

They all turned up very early the next arternoon, and Gerty was dressed so nice that George couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Besides her there was Mrs. Mitchell and Ted and a friend of ’is named Charlie Smith.

They waited some time, but Uncle Joe didn’t turn up, and they all got looking at the clock and talking about it, and ’oping he wouldn’t make ’em miss the train.

“Here he comes!” ses Ted, at last.

Uncle Joe came rushing in, puffing and blowing as though he’d bust.  “Take ’em on by this train, will you?” he ses, catching ‘old o’ George by the arm.  “I’ve just been stopped by a bit o’ business I must do, and I’ll come on by the next, or as soon arter as I can.”

He rushed off again, puffing and blowing his ’ardest, in such a hurry that he forgot to give George the money for the tickets.  However, George borrowed a pencil of Mrs. Mitchell in the train, and put down on paper ’ow much they cost, and Mrs. Mitchell said if George didn’t like to remind ’im she would.

They left young Ted and Charlie to stay near the station when they got to the Palace, Uncle Joe ’aving forgotten to say where he’d meet ’em, but train arter train came in without ’im, and at last the two boys gave it up.

“We’re sure to run across ’im sooner or later,” ses Gerty.  “Let’s ’ave something to eat; I’m so hungry.”

George said something about buns and milk, but Gerty took ’im up sharp.  “Buns and milk?” she ses.  “Why, uncle would never forgive us if we spoilt his treat like that.”

She walked into a refreshment place and they ’ad cold meat and bread and pickles and beer and tarts and cheese, till even young Ted said he’d ’ad enough, but still they couldn’t see any signs of Uncle Joe.  They went on to the roundabouts to look for ‘im, and then into all sorts o’ shows at sixpence a head, but still there was no signs of ’im, and George had ’ad to start on a fresh bit o’ paper to put down wot he’d spent.

“I suppose he must ha’ been detained on important business,” ses Gerty, at last.

“Unless it’s one of ’is jokes,” ses Mrs. Mitchell, shaking her ’ead.  “You know wot your uncle is, Gerty.”

“There now, I never thought o’ that,” ses Gerty, with a start; “p’r’aps it is.”

“Joke?” ses George, choking and staring from one to the other.

“I was wondering where he’d get the money from,” ses Mrs. Mitchell to Gerty.  “I see it all now; I never see such a man for a bit o’ fun in all my born days.  And the solemn way he went on last night, too.  Why, he must ha’ been laughing in ’is sleeve all the time.  It’s as good as a play.”