He pushed her away.
“Reckon you’ll be kissing another lad to-night.”
She felt flustered and miserable.
“You’re a lamentable trial to me, Jerry.”
“Why? ’Cos I’ve kissed you? It’s nothing. I’ll be kissing another girl to-night.”
“You’re a valiant feller.”
“Ain’t I? You think the world of me, Ivy Beatup.”
“Do I? That’s news. Now doan’t start it all over again. I hear mother coming.”
Mrs. Beatup’s step creaked outside, and Jerry scowled at the door. The next moment he was astride the window-sill, a queer furtive look in his eyes.
“You aun’t going out lik that, surelye! I’m ashamed of you. Stay and spik to mother like a Christian.”