Mitchell, "knowing wot he is. But don't you
worry; I'll give him a bit o' my mind when I see 'im."
George Crofts felt as though he'd burst, and then 'e got his breath, and
the things 'e said about Uncle Joe was so awful that Mrs. Mitchell told
the boys to go away.
"How dare you talk of my uncle like that?" ses Gerty, firing up.
"You forget yourself, George," ses Mrs. Mitchell. "You'll like 'im when
you get to know 'im better."
"Don't you call me George," ses George Crofts, turning on 'er. "I've
been done, that's wot I've been. I 'ad fourteen pounds when I was paid
off, and it's melting like butter."
"Well, we've enjoyed ourselves," ses Gerty, "and that's what money was
given us for. I'm sure those two boys 'ave had a splendid time, thanks
to you. Don't go and spoil all by a little bit o' temper."
"Temper!" ses George, turning on her. "I've done with you, I wouldn't
marry you if you was the on'y gal in the world. I wouldn't marry you if
you paid me."
"Oh, indeed!" ses Gerty; "but if you think you can get out of it like
that you're mistaken. I've lost my young man through you, and I'm not
going to lose you too.
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