And Derek thought: 'Wilmet Gaunt is the jolliest of them all! She isn't a bit a bad girl, as they say; it's only that she must have fun.

If they drive her out of here, she'll still want fun wherever she is; she'll go to a town and end up like those girls I saw in Bristol.' And the memory of those night girls, with their rouged faces and cringing boldness, came back to him with horror.
He went across the grass toward her.
She looked round as he came, and her face livened.
"Well, Wilmet ?" "You're an early bird, Mr.Derek." "Haven't been to bed." "Oh!" "Been up Malvern Beacon to see the sun rise." "You're tired, I expect!" "No." "Must be fine up there.

You'd see a long ways from there; near to London I should think.

Do you know London, Mr.Derek ?" "No." "They say 'tis a funny place, too." Her rogue eyes gleamed from under a heavy frown.

"It'd not be all 'Do this' an' 'Do that'; an' 'You bad girl' an' 'You little hussy!' in London.