And carn't 'old 'er own among quolity, not
with a flyer like me.
Don't like to be done, I don't Charlie; and
so I sez "Jest as yer like.
Ony, if I meant biking, in Battersea, dash it
old girl, I should bike!"
"Oh, 'awwee," sez she, "you're a 'ot 'un!
But let uth look on, dear, thith go;
Yer thee I carn't balanth, or pedal. I don't
want ter myke you no show."