“Which do you think the children would like best?” asked Gypsy. “Presents or supper?”
“Presents and supper,” said Ginger.
“It won’t run to both, darling. The guests will come in their thousands.”
“But think of a whole pound.”
“I know, but all the same,” said Gypsy. He was really the practical one of the two. “If we decided on presents, a lot could be done with beads and marbles.”
“If they had supper, we could give them farthing buns,” said Ginger. “For a pound you can get a thousand farthing buns, more or less, I’m never sure which. But if there are thousands of children—.”
“What about a Conjuror?” suggested Gypsy. “You ought to be able to buy quite a good Conjuror for a pound?”
“No,” said Ginger, “we can be our own conjurors. And I want the children to have something that will really go round without giving out, and I’ve thought of what it is.”
“Well?” said Gypsy.
“Sherbert,” said Ginger. “Packets and packets of it. In the fountains.”