“Can't be,” ses Ted; “cos Emma called 'im a little shrimp.”
“I'll come,” ses Charlie; “and it'll be your own fault if they find out you told me about it.”
They fell asleep talking of it, and the next evening Charlie put on a new neck-tie he 'ad bought, and arter letting Ted have arf an hour's start went out and met 'em accidental. The fust Mrs. Jennings knew of 'is being there was by finding an arm put round 'er waist.
“Good-evening, Sophy,” he ses.
“'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.