"Yes, you might," declared Samson.
They walked beside her and, since nothing was to be made out of the secret, presently told Madge that their gift was a shaving-brush.
"And Napoleon and Wellington have given him a razor," said Richard; "so now he's all right."
"Yes," continued Samson, "and Nap was showing us how a razor cuts hairs in half, and he missed the hair and showed us how a razor cuts thumbs."
"My word--bled like a pig, he did," concluded Richard. "I'm sure I never won't use such a thing when I grow to be hairy. Much too 'feared of 'em."
"You mind when I'm married to David that you often come over and see me, Dicky; and you too, Sam," said Margaret.
"If one comes, t'other will come," said Samson.
"Us hunt in couples, faither says--like to foxes," declared Richard. "And we'll often come to tea."
"And oftener still if there's jam--not beastly blackberry jam, mind you, but proper boughten jam from a grocer's."
"I'll remember," promised Madge.