“I have tried,” said Ginger wearily, “it’s nearly pulled all my teeth out.”
“I wish I’d told ’em to give Jumble to Henry,” said William sadly, “they’ll prob’ly keep him to themselves or sell him.”
“They’ll be sorry they took my trumpet off me when they hear I’m eaten by savages,” said Ginger with a certain satisfaction.
The Greek dancers were drawing near by degrees from their hiding places.
“Mad!” they were saying. “One of them bit me and he’s probably got hydrophobia. I’m going to call on my doctor.” “He simply charged me in the stomach. I think it’s given me appendicitis.” “Kicked my leg. I can see the bruise.” “Quite spoilt the atmosphere.”
“William,” said Ginger faintly, “isn’t it funny they talk English? Wun’t you expect them to talk some savage language?”
MR. BROWN PAID VAST SUMS OF HUSH MONEY TO THE POLICE
FORCE AND BROUGHT IN HIS SON BY THE SCRUFF OF THE
NECK.
“I speck they’ve learnt it off folks they’ve eaten.”
From the open window of the house behind the trees came the loud tones of a lady who was evidently engaged in speaking through a telephone.