“It’s a jolly good piece of cardboard,” said Ginger, ’f we scrape way these messy leaves an’ stuff.”
William joined with zest in the scraping.
“How’s Albert?” said Joan.
After all there was no one quite like Joan. He’d never contemplate marrying anyone else ever again.
“He’s been took off me,” said William.
“Oh, what a shame, William!”
“But I’ve got another ... an earwig ... called Fred.”
“I’m so glad.”
“But I like you better than any insect, Joan,” he said generously.
“Oh, William, do you really?” said Joan, deeply touched.