“Well, why not?”
“Ah, you ain’t seen her, Sam! She’s got a hooked nose and an eye like one of these animal trainers. Still——”
The battle appeared to be resumed once more.
“Oh, well!” said Hash. He mused for a while. “You’ve got to look at it all round, you know.”
“Exactly.”
“And there’s this to think of: She says she’ll buy a pub for us.”
“Pubs are pubs,” agreed Sam.
“I’ve always wanted to have a pub of my own.”
“Then I shouldn’t hesitate.”
Hash suddenly saw the poetic side of the vision.