“Potboiling!” said the P. A. “Can one dream of shrimps? A sausage, please.”
Artists are so hopelessly unpractical.
GYPSY AND GINGER’S FRIENDS
This episode in the lives of Gypsy and Ginger ought really to be called Tales of an Old Adventure. For that, if they could believe him, was what the Taxi-Man was.
Though I have given precedence to the Pavement Artist, the Taxi-Man was really the first friend the Weatherhouse brought them. It was he who began it all by dropping in at twelve and demanding a sossidge, and it was he who spread their fame and hospitality over all the kerbs and street-corners in the city.
After his second visit he said, “Now I’ve discovered you young people, I’ll make you known. Not that I expect the public to be grateful for it. It never is to us discoverers.”
“Have you always been a discoverer?” asked Ginger.
“Ever since I left Epsom as a boy, missy.”
“How long ago was that?” she asked.