“I don’t b’lieve in your ways of makin’ money,” said Henry, “something always goes wrong.”
“A’ right,” said William sternly, “don’t be in it. Keep out of it.”
“Oh, no,” said Henry hastily, “I’d rather be in it even if it goes wrong. I’d rather be in a thing that turns out wrong than not be in anything at all.”
“Where’ll we get natives?” said Ginger.
“Oh, anyone can look like a native,” said William carelessly. “That’s easy ’s easy.”
“What’ll we call it?” said Douglas.
“The London one’s called Wembley,” said Ginger with an air of pride in his wide knowledge.
“What about ‘The Little Wembley’?” said Henry.
“Well that’s a silly thing to do!” said William sternly, “tellin’ ’em it’s littler than Wembley before they’ve come to it. Even if it is littler than Wembley we needn’t tellem so.”
“Let’s call it just Wembley,” suggested Douglas.