None of 'em was in the best o' tempers when they woke up next morning, and Ginger 'ad 'ardly got 'is eyes open before Isaac was asking 'im about 'is clothes agin.
"Don't bother me about your clothes," ses Ginger; "talk about something else for a change."
"Where are they?" ses Isaac, sitting on the edge of 'is bed.
Ginger yawned and felt in 'is waistcoat pocket--for neither of 'em 'ad undressed--and then 'e took the pawn-ticket out and threw it on the floor. Isaac picked it up, and then 'e began to dance about the room as if 'e'd gone mad.
"Do you mean to tell me you've pawned my clothes?" he shouts.
"Me and Peter did," ses Ginger, sitting up in bed and getting ready for a row.
Isaac dropped on the bed agin all of a 'cap. "And wot am I to do?" he ses.
"If you be'ave yourself," ses Ginger, "and give us our money, me and Peter'll go and get 'em out agin.