"Oh dear!"
"You needn't be afraid of her."
"I'm not afraid; but goodness knows what I shall find to talk about."
"You can talk about me."
"I suppose I shall 'ave to talk to her?"
"Well—yes. Or—I can talk to her."
Rose became very thoughtful indeed.
"Wot's she like?"
He considered. What was Jinny like? Like nothing on earth that Rose had ever seen.
"I mean," said Rose, "to look at."