“Well, what of it?” said she, for if Selia had a motto it was no nonsense.
[4] “Well,” he said, “I thought as you and me are a bit third class why not lets go to some places and get into socierty and have a run for our money,” and he slapt his manly bosom, although that was only his way, for he was but a paltry figure as see in the illustrations, and emploid at the 6½d. bazaar, nuff said.
“When shall we start?” said Selia, after she had pondered speedily, for she was one to loose no time.
“Ah, you will dane to come, will you?” cried the joyous Mr. Withersquash, and he added: “We might perhaps get wed later on, eh?” with a meaning wink.
“Ma, ma!” cried Selia tripping within. “Mr. Withersquash and me are going off to get into socierty, pray pack my attire,” for Selia was always nice in her speech when folks were about.
While her Ma packed a bag, the young pair chatered together while Selia wrote a few [5] ]notes to the boys by way of regret, for she was a popular girl, and Mr. Withersq stuck the stamps on.
It was a largish bag in which her Ma packed her garments, which had been good in its time, and she put in a nightdress very litel soiled as the washing was not yet aired not to say ironed, still it had some ribbons in. Also she slipped in a nice toothbrush with green jelly handle, some smelling sope with flannel for the neck, and an amusing book to read in bed, entittled Peep of Day as even she knew that it is very smart to read a bit in bed.
“Fare well, my child,” she uttered with a tear or two yet smiling at the offspring of her lions. “And maybe you’ll have changed your name when we meet again. There’s as good fish in the sea, you know what I mean,” adding a sidefaced skowl at Mr. Withersq who truth to say she didnt set much store by, nor Selia neither at that time. But the ma thought if [6] ]her girl could only get out into socierty all would be well.
Off they went with a wave of the hand to the adventers in our next.