“It is perishing,” said Emma, holding her fingers to the fire.
“But—I’m afraid to, go home in, the dark,” sang Laura Sharp, the tune having got into her mind.
“Who’re you going with tonight, John Thomas?” asked Muriel Baggaley, coolly.
“Tonight?” said John Thomas. “Oh, I’m going home by myself tonight—all on my lonely-O.”
“That’s me!” said Nora Purdy, using his own ejaculation.
The girls laughed shrilly.
“Me as well, Nora,” said John Thomas.
“Don’t know what you mean,” said Laura.
“Yes, I’m toddling,” said he, rising and reaching for his overcoat.
“Nay,” said Polly. “We’re all here waiting for you.”