"That Hunter girl who split on Mavis Keeves havin' been at Polperro with Perigal."
"She knows everything; we shall be disgraced," wailed Mrs Devitt.
"Not at all. I'll see to that," replied her husband grimly.
"What will you do?"
"Give her a good job in some place as far from here as possible, and tell her that, if her tongue wags on a certain subject, she'll get the sack."
"What!" asked his wife, surprised at her husband's decision and the way in which he expressed himself.
"Suggest somethin' better."
"I was wondering if it were right."
"Right be blowed! We're fightin' for our own hand."
With this view of the matter, Mrs Devitt was fain to be content.