'
'I am sorry for it, John,' said Dot in a great bustle, 'but I
really could not think of going to Bertha's--I would not do it,
John, on any account--without the Veal and Ham-Pie and things, and
the bottles of Beer. Way!'
This monosyllable was addressed to the horse, who didn't mind it at
all.
'Oh DO way, John!' said Mrs. Peerybingle. 'Please!'
'It'll be time enough to do that,' returned John, 'when I begin to
leave things behind me. The basket's here, safe enough.'
'What a hard-hearted monster you must be, John, not to have said
so, at once, and save me such a turn! I declared I wouldn't go to
Bertha's without the Veal and Ham-Pie and things, and the bottles
of Beer, for any money. Regularly once a fortnight ever since we
have been married, John, have we made our little Pic-Nic there. If
anything was to go wrong with it, I should almost think we were
never to be lucky again.'
'It was a kind thought in the first instance,' said the Carrier:
'and I honour you for it, little woman.'
'My dear John,' replied Dot, turning very red, 'don't talk about
honouring ME.
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