mind his own business. He can't do anything to you.'

'No -he can't do nothing. I ain't done nothing wrong, and he can't
send for the police to have me took back to Sheep's Acre. But he can
talk and he can look. I ain't one of those, Felix, as don't mind about
their characters so don't you think it. Shall I tell him as I'm with
you?'

'Gracious goodness, no! What would you say that for?'

'I didn't know. I must say something.'

'Tell him you're nothing to him.'

'But aunt will be letting on about my being out late o'nights; I know
she will. And who am I with. He'll be asking that.'

'Your aunt does not know?'

'No I've told nobody yet. But it won't do to go on like that, you know
will it? You don't wordnetdesire it to go on always like that do you?'

'It's very jolly, I think.'

'It ain't jolly for me. Of course, Felix, I like