“Of ladies' company,” said Joe. And drew a long breath.
“Well!” cried my sister, with a mollified glance at Mr. Pumblechook. “She might have had the politeness to send that message at first, but it's better late than never. And what did she give young Rantipole here?”
“She giv' him,” said Joe, “nothing.”
Mrs. Joe was going to break out, but Joe went on.
“What she giv',” said Joe, “she giv' to his friends.
'And by his friends,' were her explanation, 'I mean into the hands of his sister Mrs. J. Gargery.' Them were her words; 'Mrs. J. Gargery.' She mayn't have know'd,” added