“Hi!” William hailed them loudly from the top of the stile. “Is it divorce if you change your wife an’ do you get hung for it? She says it is! ’S all she knows!”
The second trio gathered round the first to discuss the matter.
“’S called bigamy not divorce,” said Ginger authoritatively. “I know ’cause our cousin’s gardener did it an’ you get put in prison.”
“’S not big—what you said,” said Violet Elizabeth firmly. “Ith divorth. I know ’cauth a friend of mine’th uncle did it. Tho there!”
The rival champions of divorce and bigamy glared at each other and the others watched with interest.
“D’you think,” said Ginger, “that I don’ know what my own cousin’s gardener did?”
“An’ d’you think,” said Violet Elizabeth, “that I don’t know what my own friendth uncle did?”
“Here’s Mr. March comin’,” said Douglas. “Let’s ask him.”
“HA, HA!” LAUGHED MR. MARCH.
“EXCELLENT! WHICH OF YOU
IS NOT SATISFIED WITH HIS
SPOUSE?”