“With a forceps,” said Ginger promptly. “The strongest forceps owned by the most famous dentist in New York, because American dentists are the best. Then I shall go all over the world in the middle of the night, pulling up all the hoops on all the croquet-lawns I can find.”
“Like so many double-teeth,” said Gypsy.
“And I hope they’ll hurt,” said Ginger vindictively.
“I’m sorry you feel it so bitterly,” said Gypsy, “but I suppose things have to be felt like that before they can be reformed.”
“Don’t you feel bamboo like that?”
Gypsy shuddered. “I had an aunt in Wisbech once,” he said. “She died of a tea-heart.”
“I’m sorry,” said Ginger gently.
“Oh, it didn’t matter,” said Gypsy. “After all she had to die of something, and it’s much better to die of what you like than of what you don’t. Men and women die of tobacco and tea with enthusiasm, where they would only resent death from German Measles or Mexican Gulps.”
“Do people die of Mexican Gulps?” asked Ginger.
“They would if they got it,” said Gypsy, “but they don’t.”