Do you want anything ?" Morel rarely "thee'd" his son.
"I don't want nothing.

But how long will she be ?" "Not long, my duckie." The father waited undecidedly on the hearthrug for a moment or two.

He felt his son did not want him.

Then he went to the top of the stairs and said to his wife: "This childt's axin' for thee; how long art goin' to be ?" "Until I've finished, good gracious! Tell him to go to sleep." "She says you're to go to sleep," the father repeated gently to Paul.
"Well, I want HER to come," insisted the boy.
"He says he can't go off till you come," Morel called downstairs.
"Eh, dear! I shan't be long.

And do stop shouting downstairs.