“Don't take no notice of 'im,” ses Emma.
“I must,” ses Mrs. Jennings, who was arf crying with rage.
“Well, if you go 'ome, I shall go,” ses Emma. “I don't want 'is company. I believe he's doing it on purpose.
“Behave yourself, Charlie,” ses Ted.
“All right, old man,” ses Charlie. “You look arter your young woman and I'll look arter mine.”
“Your wot?” ses Mrs. Jennings, very loud.
“My young woman,” ses Charlie.
“Look 'ere,” ses Emma. “You may as well know first as last—Sophy 'as got a young man.”
“O' course she 'as,” ses Charlie. “Twenty-seven on the second of next January, he is; same as me.”