"I'm not the least little bit ashamed of myself!"
"Sorry to hear that, my girl; it fair furs my tongue to find you here. Now then, like to take it sittin' or standin'?"
"Take what?"
"The dose I'm goin' to deal out to a deceitful, disobedient, ungrateful daughter. Sharper than a serpent's tooth, you are!"
So far, he had ignored James, who was standing back, not far from the door.
"I'll take it standing," replied Posy, "beside Jim."
Then, to Quinney's rage, she tripped across the room, and flung her arms round the young man's neck. Susan, ever mindful, like a true Biddlecombe, of the proprieties, murmured gaspingly:
"Posy! Please remember what you've not got on!"
"This beats the band," said Quinney. "I call this rank mutiny."
"It's—it's Nature," faltered Susan.