W. W. Jacobs

“ Afore Sam could stop 'im he got off, and Sam, full o' surprise, got off too, and follered 'im' on to the pavement.
"Who's gone up there?" he ses, as the bus went on agin.
"Peter and Mr. Ginger Dick," ses Mr. Good-man. "But don't you trouble. You go 'ome and mend your trowsis."
"But they're on the bus," ses Sam, staring. "Dick and Peter, I mean."
Mr. Goodman shook his 'ead.
"They got off. Didn't you see 'em?" he ses. "No," ses Sam, "I'll swear they didn't."
"Well, it's my mistake, I s'pose," ses Peter's uncle. "But you get off home; I'm not tired yet, and I'll walk." ”

“ Sam thought as 'ow the whiskey 'ad got to Mr. Goodman's 'ead at last. 'Owever, to pacify 'im he promised to do wot 'e was told, and next morning, when they was all at breakfast, he looks over and catches Mr. Goodman's eye.
"I wonder if I might be so bold as to ask a favor of you?" he ses.
"Certainly," ses Peter's uncle, "and glad I shall be to oblige you. There is no man I've got a greater respect for."
"Thankee," ses Sam. "The fact is, I've run a bit short owing to paying a man some money I owed 'im. If you could lend me five pounds, I couldn't thank you enough." ”

“ Peter gave a sniff. "Wot about you and Ginger?" he ses.
"Wot about us?" ses Sam and Ginger, both together.
"Why, you'd 'ave to be teetotallers, too," ses Peter. "Woes the good o' me pretending to be steady if 'e sees I've got pals like you?"
Sam scratched his 'ead agin, ever so long, and at last he ses, "Well, mate," he ses, "drink don't trouble me nor Ginger. We can do without it, as far as that goes; and we must all take it in turns to keep the old gentleman busy while the others go and get wot they want. You'd better go and take the room downstairs for 'im, afore it goes." ”