'Catsmeat.'
'What?'
'Do you know what?'
'No, what?'
'What we ought to do is to wait till twelve o'clock or so, till there's no one about, and then beetle out and paint that statue blue.'
'Why not pink?'
'Pink, if you prefer it.'
'Pink's a nice colour.'
'It is. Very nice.'
'Besides, I know where I can lay my hands on some pink paint.'