"Yes, an' I guess we jolly well don't want to," returned Ginger.
It was the next week that William called a final meeting of the secret society to announce its dissolution. As the members appeared, he realised how intensely he disliked them, Leopold especially. He hated Leopold now. He hated his large cap and little eyes and projecting teeth. He looked at him coldly and critically as he made his speech.
"The Serciety's gotter stop now, 'cause I've gotter lot of other things to do an' we're making a bridge over the stream in the field, an' I've not got time for secret sercieties, an' I don't want revenging any more 'cause he's gone now, an' so we'll stop it."
"Wot about 'till deth'?" said Leopold, hoarsely.
"Things is changed since then," said William.
"Ho, yuss!" said Leopold, scathingly.
William's dislike of Leopold increased.
"Anyway, I made it," he said aggressively, "so I can stop it."
"Orl right," said Sam. "You can pay us off an' stop it."
"Pay you off?" repeated William, aghast.