“Who’s a-turning again you? Don’t cry, I tell yer,” he said, angrily stamping a foot.
“Then you shall come home.”
“Sha’n’t. I ain’t going to leave the doctor and Miss Rich for nobody, so there.”
“Ugh, you viper!”
“Here, stow that. Who’s a viper? See what they’ve done for me when I was runned over. Why, if it hadn’t been for Miss Rich a-nussing of me when you was allus tipsy, you wouldn’t have had no boy at all, only a dead ’un berrid out at Finchley along o’ the old man.”
“Ah, you wicked ungrateful little serpent! They’ve been setting you again’ your poor suffering mother.”
“Stow that, I say. You’ll have the doctor hear you if you don’t be quiet.”
“I won’t be quiet, you wicked, wicked—”
“Look here! If you don’t hold your row, I won’t give you the bob and two coppers I’ve got for you.”
“Have you got some money for your poor mother, then?”