"Scrap them?"
"Ay. When you go back home, how'd it suit you to ride in a motor-'bus?"
"It would be grand," said Fancy.
Alfred rubbed his hands; his red face beamed.
"Dang me, if that don't put the lid on it."
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Yellam?"
"I was half hoping you'd say what you did. Yes—it would be grand. A nice 'bus—red and yaller—'d make the neighbours yap a bit. Do you know what they call my old van?"
"It's a nice comfortable van."
"So 'tis. But would-be funny folks call it 'Flash o' Lightnin'.'"
Fancy laughed. Alfred decided that it was a treat to hear her laugh.