airs agin to spend
wot was left of the evening. They went down as quiet as mice, but, for
all that, just as they was passing Mr. Goodman's room the door opened,
and Peter, in a polite voice, asked 'em to step inside.

"We was just thinking you'd be dull up there all alone," he ses.

Sam lost 'is presence o' mind, and afore he knew wot 'e was doing 'im and
Ginger 'ad walked in and sat down. They sat there for over an hour and a
'arf talking, and then Sam, with a look at Ginger, said they must be
going, because he 'ad got to call for a pair o' boots he 'ad left to be
mended.

"Why, Sam, wot are you thinking of?" ses Peter, who didn't want anybody
to 'ave wot he couldn't. "Why, the shop's shut."

"I don't think so," ses Sam, glaring at 'im. "Anyway, we can go and
see."

Peter said he'd go with 'im, and just as they got to the door Mr. Goodman
said he'd go too. O' course, the shops was shut, and arter Mr. Goodman
'ad stood on Tower Hill admiring the Tower by moonlight till Sam felt
ready to drop, they all walked back. Three times Sam's boot-lace come
undone, but as the ethers all stopped too to see 'im do it up it didn't
do 'im much good. Wot with temper and dryness 'e could 'ardly bid Peter
"Good-night."

Sam and Ginger 'ad something the next morning, but morning ain't the time
for it; and arter they had 'ad dinner Mr. Goodman asked 'em to go to the
Zoological Gardens with 'im. He paid for them all, and he 'ad a lot to
say about kindness to animals and 'ow you could do anything with 'em
a'most by kindness. He walked about the place talking like a book, and
when a fat monkey, wot was pretending to be asleep, got a bit o' Sam's
whisker, he said it was on'y instink, and the animal had no wish to do
'im 'arm.

"Very likely thought it was doing you a kindness, Sam," ses Ginger.

Mr. Goodman said it was very likely, afore Sam could speak, and arter
walking about and looking at the other things they come out and 'ad a
nice, strong, 'ot cup o' tea, same as they 'ad the day before, and then
walked about, not knowing what to do with themselves.

Sam got tired of it fust, and catching Ginger's eye said he thought it
was time to get 'ome in case too much enjoyment wasn't good for 'em. His
idea was to get off with Ginger and make a night of it, and when 'e found
Peter and his uncle was coming too, he began to think that things was
looking serious.

"I don't want to spile your evening," he says, very perlite. "I m