“You didn’t want, and you daren’t?”
“Perhaps not—would you?”
“Pah—let’s go now!—There, you hang back.”
“No I don’t,” she replied sharply.
“Come on then, we’ll go through the twitchel. Let me tell Lettie.”
Lettie at once declared, “No!”—with some asperity.
“All right,” said George. “I’ll take you home.”
But this suited Lettie still less.
“I don’t know what you want to go for, Cyril,” she said, “and Sunday night, and, everybody everywhere. I want to go home.”
“Well—you go then—Emily will come with you.”