“Yer’ll need-a-bag ter keep yer books in like me,” said she.
No answer.
“D’ye ’ear? Yer’ll need-a-bag.”
“Ye-es.”
“Yer new, aren’t yer?”
“Ye-es.”
Then she began stroking Deborah down the back in a most friendly manner.
“Is this yer frock or yer pinnifore?”
“It’s my frock.”
“Sara Jenkins, come out, you’re talking,” came the sound of a teacher’s voice across the class.