I may mention that Miss Jellyby had relapsed into her sulky manner and that I really should not have thought she liked me much unless she had told me so.
"Where would you wish to go ?" she asked.
"Anywhere, my dear," I replied.
"Anywhere's nowhere," said Miss Jellyby, stopping perversely.
"Let us go somewhere at any rate," said I.
She then walked me on very fast.
"I don't care!" she said.

"Now, you are my witness, Miss Summerson, I say I don't care--but if he was to come to our house with his great, shining, lumpy forehead night after night till he was as old as Methuselah, I wouldn't have anything to say to him.

Such ASSES as he and Ma make of themselves!" "My dear!" I remonstrated, in allusion to the epithet and the vigorous emphasis Miss Jellyby set upon it.

"Your duty as a child--" "Oh! Don't talk of duty as a child, Miss Summerson; where's Ma's duty as a parent?
All made over to the public and Africa, I suppose! Then let the public and Africa show duty as a child; it's much more their affair than mine.

You are shocked, I dare say! Very well, so am I shocked too; so we are both shocked, and there's an end of it!" She walked me on faster yet.
"But for all that, I say again, he may come, and come, and come, and I won't have anything to say to him.