Spinning, the mystic characters united to form the words: "Kiss me quick." Her companions tittered.

"If ma didn't know for certain 'twas meant for your brother John, she'd never 'ave let you make it," said the second blonde, whose name was Jinny.
"Girls, what a lark it 'ud be to send it up to Purdy Smith, by Ned!" said the first speaker.
Polly blushed.

"Fy, Tilly! That wouldn't be ladylike." Tilly's big bosom rose and fell in a sigh.

"What's a lark never is." Jinny giggled, agreeably scandalized: "What things you do say, Till! Don't let ma 'ear you, that's all." "Ma be blowed!--'Ow does this look now, Polly ?" And across the wax-cloth Tilly pushed a copybook, in which she had laboriously inscribed a prim maxim the requisite number of times.
Polly laid down her work and knitted her brows over the page.
"Well ...

it's better than the last one, Tilly," she said gently, averse to hurting her pupil's feelings.