I ain't delicate.

I'm only skin an' bone." Her face was flushed and eager; her eyes sparkled.

Chook remembered the song about eyes and stars, and agreed with the words.

And as suddenly the sparkle died out of her eyes, her mouth drooped, and the colour left her face, pale as ivory in the faint gleam of the stars.
"Yous don't think any worse o' me 'cause Lil's crook, do yer ?" she asked piteously.
Chook swore a denial.
"P'raps yer think it runs in the family; but Lil 'ud 'a' gone straight if she 'adn't been driven out o' the 'ouse by Sarah's nasty tongue." Chook declared that Lil was spotless.
"No, she ain't," said Pinkey; "she's as bad as they make 'em now; but...wot makes yer tail up after me ?" she inquired suddenly.
Chook answered that she had sent him fair off his dot.
"Oh yes, that's wot yer said to Poll Corcoran, an' then went skitin' that she'd do anythin' yer liked, if yer lifted yer finger.

I've 'eard all about yous." Chook swore that he would never harm a hair of her head.
"The worst 'arm is done without meanin' it," said Pinkey wisely, "an' that's w'y I'm frightened of yer." "Wotcher got ter be frightened o' me ?" asked Chook, softly.
"I'm frightened o' yer...'cause I like yer," said Pinkey, bursting into tears.
Mrs Partridge was disappointed in Chook.