"'Ow dare you force yourself where you ain't wanted?"

"Ted wants me," ses Charlie.

"We've been together for years," ses Ted. "You'll like Charlie when you
get used to 'im--everybody does."

"Not me!" ses Emma, with a shiver. "It gives me the fair creeps to look
at him. You'll 'ave to choose between us. If he comes, I sha'n't.
Which is it to be?"

Neither of 'em answered 'er, but the next night they both turned up as
usual, and Emma White stood there looking at 'em and nearly crying with
temper.

"'Ow would you like it if I brought another young lady with me?" she ses
to Ted.

"It wouldn't make no difference to me," ses Ted. "Any friend o' yours is
welcome."

Emma stood looking at 'em, and then she patted 'er eyes with a pocket-
'ankercher and began to look more cheerful.

"You ain't the only one that has got a dear friend," she says, looking.
at 'im and wiping 'er lips with the 'ankercher. "I've got one, and if
Charlie Brice don't promise to stay at 'ome to-morrow night I'll bring
her with me."

"Bring 'er, and welcome," ses Ted.