They had not seen each other since the fight, for in a sudden revulsion of feeling Pinkey had decided that Chook was too handy with his fists to make a desirable bloke, and a change of address on the following Monday had enabled her to give him the slip easily.

And after waiting at street corners till he was tired, Chook had returned to his old love, the two-up school.
Pinkey broke the silence with a question that was furthest from her thoughts.
"'Ow are yez sellin' yer peas ?" Chook dropped his basket and roared with laughter.
"If yer only come ter poke borak, yer better go," cried Pinkey, with an angry flush.
Chook sobered instantly.
"No 'arm meant," he said, quite humbly, "but yer gimme the knock-out every time I see yer.

But wot are yez doin' ?" he asked.
"We're movin'," said Pinkey, with an important air.
"Oh, are yez ?" said Chook, looking round with interest.

"Yous an' old Jimmy there ?" He nodded familiarly to the vanman, who was filling his pipe.

"Well, yer must excuse me, but I'm on in this act." "Wotcher mean ?" said Pinkey, looking innocent, but she flushed with pleasure.
"Nuthin'," said Chook, seizing the leg of a table; "but wait till I put the nosebag on the moke." "Whose cart is it ?" inquired Pinkey.
"Jack Ryan's," answered Chook; "'e's bin shickered since last We'n'sday, an' I'm takin' it round fer 'is missis an' the kids." Mrs Partridge received Chook very graciously when she learned that he was a friend of Pinkey's and had offered to help in passing.