“Oh, no, William,” said Joan with the air of meekness with which she always received William’s oracles, “we needn’t do ornery things.”
“Then bags me be ole Mr. Burwash.”
“And me Miss Milton next door,” said Joan hastily.
The Outlaws were beginning to see vague possibilities in the game.
“An’ me Mr. Luton,” said Ginger.
“An’ me Mr. Buck,” said Douglas.
Henry, the remaining outlaw, looked around him indignantly. Jasmine Villas only contained four houses.
“An’ wot about me?” he said.
“Oh, you be a policeman wot walks about outside,” said William.
Henry, mollified, began to practise a commanding strut.