GYPSY AND GINGER TAKE THINGS SERIOUSLY
It was after the visit of the Groundsel Man that Gypsy realised that life is not all play.
“The time has come,” said Gypsy, with his mouth full of tacks——
He was trying the effect of sausages in festoons round the walls of the Weatherhouse. Something had to be done with the sausages, which accumulated daily in increasing quantities as Gypsy and Ginger accumulated friends. There was no cupboard-room in the Weatherhouse, and Gypsy agreed with William Morris that the Useful is not incompatible with the Decorative.
“The time has come, Ginger,” said Gypsy, “for us to take things seriously.”
“I know it,” said Ginger, picking up an odd length of sausages and beginning to skip to the old tune of
“Andy Spandy,
Sugardy Candy,
French
Almond
Rock!
Breadandbutterforyoursupper’sallyourMother’s
GOT!”
“It’s all very well,” said Gypsy, between hammer-strokes, “for us to be light-hearted in our own lives, and even in the comparatively grave matter of earning our living; but as well as that we must remember that the world is full crying of evils——”
“You can’t really skip with sausages,” said Ginger, giving it up.