'You've given me a long enough chase,' he said, leaning towards her.
'Where the devil _do_ you live?'

'Oh, dunna stop! He's coming.'

'Who?'

'Mr. Marston, the minister.'

'What do I care if he's a dozen ministers?'

'But he'll be angered.'

'I'll make his nose bleed if he's got such cheek.'

'Oh, he's coming, Mr. Reddin! I mun go.' She turned away. Reddin
followed.

'Why should he be angry?'

'Because we're going to be wed to-morrow'

Reddin whistled.

'And Foxy's coming, and all of 'em. And there's a clock as tick-tacks
ever so sleepy, and a sleepy old lady, and Ed'ard's bought me a box
full of clothes.'

'I gave you a box full too,' he said with a note of pleading. 'You