Ranny laughed. "By Jove, that tickles me!" he said.
"What does it mean, Ranny?"
"Why, I suppose it means they try it first and if they don't like it they can chuck it."
"What an idea!"
"It's a rippin' good idea, Winky. Shows what a thunderin' lot of sense these simple savages have got. You bet they're not quite so simple as they seem. They know a thing or two. Why, they must be hundreds of years ahead of us in civilization, to have thought it all out like that. Think of it, that fellow Beda's had a better chance than me."
They turned away from Beda and Kodpat, and presently Winny stood entranced before the little house that contained Baby Francis (born in the Exhibition) and his mother. She looked so long at Baby Francis that Ranny couldn't bear it.
"Oh, look at him, Ranny! Isn't he a little lamb?" Winny's eyes were tender, and her face quivered with a little dreamy smile.
"D'you want to take him home and play with him? Shall I ask if he's for sale?"
"Oh, Ranny!"
She turned away. And he drew her arm in his. "You won't be happy till you've got him, Winky."