There was a few people standing on the pier-head as we went in, and among "em several very nice-looking young wimmen.
"My eye, Joseph," ses the cook, who "ad been staring hard at one of "em, "there"s a fine gal-lively, too. Look "ere!"
He kissed "is dirty paw-which is more than I should "ave liked to "ave done it if it "ad been mine-and waved it, and the gal turned round and shook her "ead at "im.
"Here, that"ll do," ses Joseph, very cross, "That"s my gal; that"s my Emily."
"Eh?" says the cook. "Well, "ow was I to know? Besides, you"re a-giving of her up."
Joseph didn"t answer "im. He was staring at Emily, and the more he stared the better-looking she seemed to grow. She really was an uncommon nice-looking gal, and more than the cook was struck with her.
"Who"s that chap standing alongside of her?" ses the cook.
"It"s one o" Bill"s sister"s lodgers," ses Joseph, who was looking very bad-tempered. "I should like to know wot right he "as to come "ere to welcome me "ome. I don"t want "im."
"P"r"aps he"s fond of "er," ses the cook. "I could be, very easy."
"I"ll chuck "im in the dock if he ain"t careful," ses Joseph, turning red in the face.
He waved his "and to Emily, who didn"t "appen to be looking at the moment, but the lodger waved back in a careless sort of way and then spoke to Emily, and they both waved to old Bill who was standing on his crutches further aft.
By the time the ship was berthed and everything snug it was quite dark, and old Bill didn"t know whether to take the cook "ome with "im and break the news that night, or wait a bit. He made up his mind at last to get it over and done with, and arter waiting till the cook "ad cleaned "imself they got a cab and drove off.
Bert Simmons, the lodger, "ad to ride on the box, and Bill took up so much room with "is bad leg that Emily found it more comfortable to sit on Joseph"s knee; and by the time they got to the "ouse he began to see wot a silly mistake he was making.
"Keep that dream o" yours to yourself till I make up my mind," he ses to the cook, while Bill and the cabman were calling each other names.
"Bill"s going to speak fust," whispers the cook.
The lodger and Emily "ad gone inside, and Joseph stood there, fidgeting, while the cabman asked Bill, as a friend, why he "adn"t paid twopence more for his face, and Bill was wasting his time trying to think of something to say to "urt the cabman"s feelings. Then he took Bill by the arm as the cab drove off and told "im not to say nothing about the dream, because he was going to risk it.
"Stuff and nonsense," ses Bill. "I"m going to tell Emily, It"s my dooty.
Wot"s the good o" being married if you"re going to be killed?"
He stumped in on his crutches afore Joseph could say any more, and, arter letting his sister kiss "im, went into the front room and sat down. There was cold beef and pickles on the table and two jugs o" beer, and arter just telling his sister "ow he fell and broke "is leg, they all sat down to supper.
Bert Simmons sat on one side of Emily and Joseph the other, and the cook couldn"t "elp feeling sorry for "er, seeing as he did that sometimes she was "aving both hands squeezed at once under the table and could "ardly get a bite in edgeways.
Old Bill lit his pipe arter supper, and then, taking another gla.s.s o"
beer, he told "em about the cook dreaming of his accident three days afore it happened. They couldn"t "ardly believe it at fust, but when he went on to tell "em the other things the cook "ad dreamt, and that everything "ad "appened just as he dreamt it, they all edged away from the cook and sat staring at him with their mouths open.
"And that ain"t the worst of it," ses Bill.
"That"s enough for one night, Bill," ses Joseph, who was staring at Bert Simmons as though he could eat him. "Besides, I believe it was on"y chance. When cook told you "is dream it made you nervous, and that"s why you fell."
"Nervous be blowed!" ses Bill; and then he told "em about the dream he "ad heard while he was laying in "is bunk.
Bill"s sister gave a scream when he "ad finished, and Emily, wot was sitting next to Joseph, got up with a shiver and went and sat next to Bert Simmons and squeezed his coat-sleeve.
"It"s all nonsense!" ses Joseph, starting up. "And if it wasn"t, true love would run the risk. I ain"t afraid!"
"It"s too much to ask a gal," ses Bert Simmons, shaking his "ead.
"I couldn"t dream of it," ses Emily. "Wot"s the use of being married for a week? Look at uncle"s leg-that"s enough for me!"
They all talked at once then, and Joseph tried all he could to persuade Emily to prove to the cook that "is dreams didn"t always come true; but it was no good. Emily said she wouldn"t marry "im if he "ad a million a year, and her aunt and uncle backed her up in it-to say nothing of Bert Simmons.
"I"ll go up and get your presents, Joseph," she ses; and she ran upstairs afore anybody could stop her.
Joseph sat there as if he was dazed, while everybody gave "im good advice, and said "ow thankful he ought to be that the cook "ad saved him by "is dreaming. And by and by Emily came downstairs agin with the presents he "ad given "er and put them on the table in front of "im.
"There"s everything there but that little silver brooch you gave me, Joseph," she ses, "and I lost that the other evening when I was out with-with-for a walk."
Joseph tried to speak, but couldn"t.
"It was six-and-six, "cos I was with you when you bought it," ses Emily; "and as I"ve lost it, it"s on"y fair I should pay for it."
She put down "arf a sovereign with the presents, and Joseph sat staring at it as if he "ad never seen one afore.
"And you needn"t mind about the change, Joseph," ses Emily; "that"ll "elp to make up for your disappointment."
Old Bill tried to turn things off with a bit of a laugh. "Why, you"re made o" money, Emily," he ses.
"Ah! I haven"t told you yet," ses Emily, smiling at him; "that"s a little surprise I was keeping for you. Aunt Emma-pore Aunt Emma, I should say-died while you was away and left me all "er furniture and two hundred pounds."
Joseph made a choking noise in his throat and then "e got up, leaving the presents and the "arf-sovereign on the table, and stood by the door, staring at them.
"Good-night all," he ses. Then he went to the front door and opened it, and arter standing there a moment came back as though he "ad forgotten something.
"Are you coming along now?" he ses to the cook.
"Not just yet," ses the cook, very quick.
"I"ll wait outside for you, then," ses Joseph, grinding his teeth.
"Don"t be long."
ANGELS" VISITS
MR. WILLIAM JOBLING leaned against his door-post, smoking. The evening air, pleasant in its coolness after the heat of the day, caressed his shirt-sleeved arms. Children played noisily in the long, dreary street, and an organ sounded faintly in the distance. To Mr. Jobling, who had just consumed three herrings and a pint and a half of strong tea, the scene was delightful. He blew a little cloud of smoke in the air, and with half-closed eyes corrected his first impression as to the tune being played round the corner.
"Bill!" cried the voice of Mrs. Jobling, who was washing-up in the tiny scullery.
""Ullo!" responded Mr. Jobling, gruffly.