"I don't believe a word you said, not a word! You're going to the bad as fast as ever you can, and you know it, and you don't care, and I'm sure I don't care! Somebody ought to box your ears soundly, miss.

I wouldn't have such a temper as yours not for untold money.

And when you want a friend, and haven't a penny in the world, don't come to me, because I won't look at you, and won't own you.

And remember that, miss!" Again Polly laughed, this time in high notes of wrathful derision.
Before the sound had died away Mrs.Clover was at the foot of the staircase, where Gammon and Mrs.Bubb awaited her.
"It's all a make-up," she declared vehemently.

"I won't believe a word of it.