I like it when I've someone to hang on by." "Oh, I don't mind it, I like just what you like.

What time did you say it was, Miss Sparkes ?" "Just eleven.

Time I was gettin' 'ome.

There'll be a bus at the corner." "I hoped you were going to walk," urged Christopher timidly.
"S'pose I might just as well--if you'll take care of me." It was a long time since Polly had been so gracious, so mild.

All the way down Whitehall, across the bridge, and into Kennington Road she chatted of a hundred things, but never glanced at the one which held complete possession of Christopher's mind.