"Here, you'll get throttled in a minute if you don't mend your manners." "Give him to his auntie, bless his heart!" laughed Ingred, extending welcoming arms to the fat specimen of puppyhood, and rolling him about on her knee.

"Oh, he _did_ make you dance! You looked so funny! There, precious! Don't chump auntie's fingers.

Go bye-byes now.

Snuggle down on auntie's dress, and----" "If you've _quite_ finished talking idiotic nonsense to that little beast," interrupted Hereward sarcastically, "you'll perhaps kindly oblige me by mentioning whether you're coming or not!" "Not coming anywhere--too hot!" grunted Ingred, resettling her cushion under the fuchsia bush.
"Right you are! Please yourself and you'll please me! Though I should have thought the run to Chatcombe----" Ingred sprang to her feet, dropping the puppy unceremoniously.
"You don't mean to say Egbert's finished mending the motor bike?
You abominable boy! Why couldn't you tell me so before ?" "You never gave me the chance--just said off-hand you wouldn't go anywhere.

Yes, the engine's running like a daisy, and the sidecar's on, and Egbert's fussing to be off.