Which for six months past I'd 'ad a neye upon a girl in Stratford.

She was a General--" "Salvation Army ?" "-- A Cook-general, in a very respectable 'ouse'old--a publican's, at the 'Four Alls' by Binton Bridges.

Me bein' shy--as you may 'ave noticed-- I 'adn't, as you might say, put it to 'er; an' likewise until the matter was settled I didn' like to tell 'Enery.

But I interjuced 'im--the same bein' 'er Sunday out; an' afterwards, when he called 'er a monstrous fine girl, I felt as 'appy as if he'd given me ten shillin'.

Which only proves," Sam commented bitterly, "what I say in the next verse--" "I'd rather be in prison Than in this earthly dwellin', Where nothin' is but it isn'-- An there ain't no means of tellin'!" "-- Which when, the night before he started, he comes to me an' says that he an' Mary 'ave made a match of it, an' would I mind keepin' an eye on 'er an' writin' regilar to say 'ow she was gettin' on, it fair knocked me out." "You never told 'im ?" "I didn' like to.