"Shall we talk?"
"I want to, ever so."
"I say, we are going to have that beastly pudding for dinner to-morrow."
"That's just what I want to talk about."
"I've got an idea. Billy, I found out yesterday where they cook those puddings. They boil them in the copper of the outhouse, and the cook leaves them there while she looks after the rest of the dinner."
"Ripping!" answered Billy. "I'll tell you what we'll do.—Hush! Is old Ginger awake?—All right. Well, we'll sneak into the outhouse to-morrow when the cook isn't looking, pinch the puddings out of the copper and chuck 'em in the pond."
"Why, Billy, that's just what I was going to say to you. But won't we scald ourselves?"
"I've thought of that. We'll get the garden fork and jab it into the puddings. They boil 'em in bags, you know."
"There's a better way than that. We'll get in before the copper has begun to boil."
"I hadn't thought of that, but I was just going to," said Billy. "Yes, that's the way."