"It was 'ere, in this very room, that 'e first--you know what!" "Nor can I," cried Jinny, catching the fever.
"Feel my 'eart, 'ow it beats," said her sister, pressing her hands, one over the other, to her full left breast.
"Mine's every bit as bad," averred Jinny.
"I believe I shall 'ave the palpitations and faint away, if I stop 'ere." Polly was genuinely concerned.

"I'll run and call mother back." "No, I tell you what: let's 'ide!" cried Tilly, recovering.
Jinny wavered.

"But will they find us ?" "Duffer! Of course.

Ma'll give 'em the 'int .-- Come on!" Suiting the action to the word, and imitated by her sister, she scrambled over the window sill to the verandah.

Polly found herself alone.