"But you needn't bully ME about it." "They're hateful, and common, and hateful, they are, and I'm not going any more.

Mr.Braithwaite drops his 'h's', an' Mr.Winterbottom says 'You was'." "And is that why you won't go any more ?" smiled Mrs.Morel.
The boy was silent for some time.

His face was pale, his eyes dark and furious.

His mother moved about at her work, taking no notice of him.
"They always stan' in front of me, so's I can't get out," he said.
"Well, my lad, you've only to ASK them," she replied.
"An' then Alfred Winterbottom says, 'What do they teach you at the Board-school ?'" "They never taught HIM much," said Mrs.Morel, "that is a fact--neither manners nor wit--and his cunning he was born with." So, in her own way, she soothed him.

His ridiculous hypersensitiveness made her heart ache.