but get up and come on, or I'll kick yer; and so I give yer notice."
As Noah's red nose grew redder with anger, and as he crossed the road while speaking, as if fully prepared to put his threat into execution, the woman rose without any further remark and trudged onwards by his side.
"Where do you mean to stop for the night, Noah?" she asked, after they had walked a few hundred yards.
"How should I know?" replied Noah, whose temper had been considerably impaired by walking.
"Near, I hope," said Charlotte.
"No, not near," replied Mr. Claypole; "there—not near; so don't think it."
"Why not?"
"When I tell yer that I don't mean to do a thing, that's enough, without any why, or because either," replied Mr. Claypole with dignity.
"Well, you needn't be so cross," said his companion.
