"'Ow—'ow dare you?" ses Mrs. Jennings, giving a scream and pushing him away.
Charlie looked surprised.
"Why, ain't you pleased to see me?" he ses. "I've 'ad the raging toothache for over a week; I've got it now a bit, but I couldn't stay away from you any longer."
"You behave yourself," ses Mrs. Jennings.
"Ted didn't say anything about your toothache," ses Emma.
"I wouldn't let 'im, for fear of alarming Sophy," ses Charlie.
Mrs. Jennings gave a sort of laugh and a sniff mixed.
"Ain't you pleased to see me agin?" ses Charlie.
"I don't want to see you," ses Mrs. Jennings. "Wot d'ye think I want to see you for?"
"Change your mind pretty quick, don't you?" ses Charlie. "It's blow 'ot and blow cold with you seemingly. Why, I've been counting the minutes till I should see you agin."