“I've told you before, just the one time, to keep out of my private life. I expected you to respect that. But you didn't. I don't like that.”
“I'm telling you for the second and last time – KEEP OUT OF MY PRIVATE LIFE!”
“Have you got it?”
Miss Stiltoe looked at me very sternly, very strict.
A tear trickled down her cheek and she put her arms round me.
“Today, I want to show you the delights of accounts payable.”
“Please don't cry Miss Hargreaves. There is nothing to cry about. You are happy. Miss Stiltoe is happy. We are all happy.”