“You're dreadfully untidy.”
“I am.”
Mrs. Mink was silent.
“Should I imitate Professor Simpson to the summit of Presbyterianism, or a green parrot to the bottom of reprobation? Should I——”
“I don't like Professor Simpson, or the green parrot either.”
“Well, then, what do you think we had better do next?”
Mrs. Mink was long silent. At last she said, thoughtfully:
“I think we'd better go to Trinidad.”
“What for?”
“Why, they're English in Trinidad, aren't they?”