"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."

Mrs. Jennings told 'im not to make a fool of 'imself, and Charlie saw 'er
look at Emma in a puzzled sort of way, as if she didn't know wot to make
of it. She kept drawing away from 'im and he kept drawing close to 'er;
other people on the pavement dodging and trying to get out of their way,
and asking them which side they was going and to stick to it.

"Why don't you behave yourself?" ses Emma, at last.

"We're all right," ses Charlie; "you look arter your own young man. We