His pale neck began to flush.
"Look here, young Cole," he said, "none of your cheek." This was a new dialect to Jeremy, who had no friends who went to school.
All he said, however, breathing more fiercely than before, was: "I don't care--" "Oh, don't you ?" said Ernest.

"Now, look here--" Then he paused, apparently uncertain, for a moment, of his courage.

The sight of Mary's timorous anxiety, however, reassured him, and he continued: "It's all right for you, this sort of thing.

You ought to be in the nursery with your old podge-faced nurse.

Kids like you oughtn't to be allowed out of their prams." "I don't care," said Jeremy again, seeing in front of him the whole family of the Reverend Dean.