"Lor', Mr. Smith, I wasn't huggin' you," remonstrated the blushing Mary.
"To an outsider it would appear so," said Geordie. "When a young lady puts her arms around a man's neck, it looks like huggin'. Mind I don't say I object, but I might run into the hedge."
"What a very amusin' gentleman you are," said Mary. "I've a very small opinion of Mr. Bunting except upon an 'orse. I'm surprised he preferred to walk."
"I'm not," said Geordie. "I expected it, and if we went really fast, you'd want to walk."
"Never," said Mary. "I love goin' fast. There's great po'try in a motor-car, Mr. Smith."
"Poetry, well, maybe," said Geordie. "To my mind, there's more machinery and oil. I wonder what the next thing will be with my lady, Mary."
"Ah," said Mary, "that's more than I can say. She's very sweet and kind, but I've give up tryin' to understand 'er. And such an 'usband, too. If I 'ad an 'usband, I'd like to show 'im off, if I was proud of 'im, and I would."
"Would you be?" asked Geordie.
"I 'ope so," said Mary.
"I guess you'd expect him to do what you wanted, like my lady," said Geordie.