'Leastways, not for days an' days,' she amended.
'Will you gi' me pear-drops every day?'
'Pear-drops! My dear Hazel, you must think of better things than pear-drops!'
'There's nought better,' she said, 'without it's bull's-eyes.'
'But, dear,' Edward reasoned gently, 'don't you want to think of helping me, and going with me to chapel?'
Hazel considered.
'D'you preach long and solemn?' she asked.
'No,' said Edward rather curtly. 'But if I did, you ought to like it.'
Hazel took his measure again. Then she said naughtily:
'Tell you what I'll do if you preach long and solemn, mister. I'll put me tongue out!'