“I might do that myself,” he said.
“Don’t talk so foolish, Sam,” said his sister. “Are you coming for a walk, Sarah?”
“When I’m ready,” said Sarah. “Now then, young Sam, spit it out.”
“Oh,” said Sam. “It isn’t much. Only I happened to be out for a walk with George Chappie the other day and we went into a house that’s pretty full of furniture.”
“George Chappie with a house of furniture!” cried Madge.
“I suppose he’s getting married,” said Sam. “He courted you at one time, didn’t he, Madge? I rather liked his taste in furniture.”
“Taste!” cried Madge with spirit. “I’ll taste him. I’ll eat him raw for this. After all he said to me no more than a month ago, to take up with another wench! What’s the hussy’s name?”
“Her name?” said Sam. “Let’s see. Sunday to-morrow, isn’t it? The banns might be up. If I were you I’d go and find out.”
“As true as I’m alive I’ll tear every hair from her head,” said Madge.
“I wouldn’t,” said Sam. “You have red hair, but better red than bald.”