W. Pett Ridge, Mord Em'ly — Chapter 13 (1898)
“ Why, no, mother. We always got on well enough together.""Since I've bin ill, I've thought sometimes I was little too—" "Now, don't you go filling your 'ead with a lot of nonsense," said Mord Em'ly lightly. "You keep yourself quiet, or else me and you will fall out."Her mother stroked the smooth hair again, with an affectionate touch. "You're better-looking than you used to be, Mord Em'ly.""Rather!" said Mord Em'ly cheerfully. "I'm a type of English beauty, I am.""Your 'air's done up nice. Wonder what your father'll say when he sees you?" ”
