“Well, we mus’ be goin’ somewhere,” said William the optimist, “an’ wherever it is it’ll be int’resting.”
“It mightn’t be,” said Ginger, who was ceasing to enjoy the motion and was taking a gloomy view of life.
“Well, I’m gettin’ jolly hungry,” said William.
“Well, I’m not,” said Ginger.
William looked at him with interest.
“You’re lookin’ a bit pale,” he said with over-cheerful sympathy, “p’raps it was the crab.”
Ginger made no answer.
“Or it might have been the liquorice or the lemonade,” said William with interest.
“I wish you’d shut up talking about them,” snapped Ginger.
“Well, I feel almost dyin’ of hunger,” said William. “In books they draw lots and then one kills the other an’ eats him.”