“Got mine too!” said Gypsy. “What’s yours?”
“Croquet!” cried Ginger.
“Bamboo furniture!” cried Gypsy.
“Why do you want to reform croquet? I rather like croquet, and I play it rather well.”
“The better the worse!” said Ginger fiercely.
“You feel this subject passionately,” said Gypsy thoughtfully.
“Yes, I do.”
“That’s got nothing to do with it,” said Ginger quickly. Then she contradicted herself still more quickly. “Yes, it has, though. However you play croquet has to do with it. The only thing is not to play it at all. Croquet is the root of all the ill-temper there is. If you could once kill the spirit of croquet throughout the world, there’d be no more wars.”
“How will you start?” asked Gypsy.