She was a jolly, red- faced girl, good-looking enough, but common to the last degree.

Her hat lay on the seat beside her, and her head was resting on his shoulder.

She appeared to be fond of him, but he was evidently bored.
"'Don'tcher like me, Joe ?' I heard her murmur.
"'Yas,' he replied, somewhat unconvincingly, 'o' course I likes yer.' "She gave him an affectionate slap, but he did not respond, and a few minutes afterwards, muttering some excuse, he rose and left her, and I followed him as he made his way towards the refreshment-room.

At the door he met one of his pals.
"'Hullo!' was the question, 'wot 'a yer done wi' 'Liza ?' "'Oh, I carn't stand 'er,' was his reply; 'she gives me the bloomin' 'ump.

You 'ave a turn with 'er.' "His friend disappeared in the direction of 'Liza, and Joe pushed into the room, I keeping close behind him.