"I 'ope not," ses Ginger, starting. "Are you coming out agin to-morrow?"
"I'm afraid I can't," ses Miss Gill, shaking her 'ead and looking sorrowful.
"Not with me?" ses Ginger, sitting down beside her on the sofa and putting 'is arm so that she could lean against it if she wanted to.
"I don't think I can," ses the gal, leaning back very gentle.
"Think agin," ses Ginger, squeezing 'er waist a little.
Miss Gill shook her 'ead, and then turned and looked at 'im. Her face was so close to his, that, thinking that she 'ad put it there a-purpose, he kissed it, and the next moment 'e got a clout that made his 'ead ring.
"'Ow dare you!" she ses, jumping up with a scream. "'Ow dare you! 'Ow dare——"
"Wot's the matter?" ses her mother, coming downstairs like a runaway barrel of treacle.
"He—he's insulted me," ses Miss Gill, taking out her little 'ankercher and sobbing. "He—k-kissed me!"
"WOT!" ses Mrs. Gill. "Well, I'd never 'ave believed it! Never! Why 'e ought to be taken up. Wot d'ye mean by it?" she ses, turning on pore Ginger.