"No!"
"Nor me for him?"
"No!"
"Do you know the reason?" Mrs. Flicker asked.
"No! No! I can't say I do," replied Mrs. Woodpecker eagerly.
"Well," said Mrs. Flicker, "my husband wears a black mustache.... And of course I don't," she added.
"That's it!" cried Mrs. Woodpecker. "I hadn't realized it. But it's so. And I must tell my husband to wear a mustache. It's the only safe way to avoid trouble. Then people can tell us apart."
Then Mrs. Woodpecker hurried away to speak to her husband. She was surprised that he didn't take kindly to her suggestion.
"I don't want to wear a mustache," he objected.
"But you must!" she insisted.