It rained a little, and was so close that they both dripped with perspiration.
"P'r'aps I was a bit short with you," Polly admitted after listening to her admirer's remonstrances, uttered in a choking voice.

"But I can't stand being spied after, and spied after I won't be." "I have told you, Polly, at the very least sixty or seventy times, that I've never done such a thing, and wouldn't, and couldn't.

It never came into my 'ead." "Well, then, we won't say no more about it, and don't put me out again, that's all." "But there's something else, Polly.

You know very well, Polly, what a lot I think of you, don't you now ?" "Oh, I dessay," she replied with careless indulgence.
"Then why won't you let me see you oftener, and--and that kind of thing, you know ?" This was vague, but perfectly intelligible to the hearer.

She gave an impatient little laugh.
"Oh, don't be silly! Go on!" "But it isn't silly.