"When you've done nagging at one another, all of you, I'm off," said Jenny deliberately.
"Off?" Mrs. Raeburn echoed.
"I'm going to live at Ireen Dale's for the future. This!" She looked round the kitchen. "Pooh!"
"You're not going to leave home?" Mrs. Raeburn asked.
"Aren't I? Who says so? I'm going now. You!" she said bitterly to her brother. "You've done a lot, Mr. Interfering Idiot. It's time you looked about for some girl to marry you, so as you can poke your nose into her business. Good-bye, all. I'll come over to tea soon, that is if you aren't all ashamed to have tea with me."
As she turned abruptly to go, Alfie asked his mother why she didn't lock her in a bedroom.
"It wouldn't be any good," said the latter.
"No, it wouldn't," Jenny vowed. "I'd kill myself sooner than sleep here another night."
"You're a dreadful worry to me," said Mrs. Raeburn slowly and earnestly.
"Send on my things to 43 Stacpole Terrace, Camden Town," replied the daughter. "You needn't think you'll get me back by keeping them, because you won't."