"Umph," agreed Ginger. "They've been enough trouble."
A speculative look came into William's eye.
"'F we'd lived in historical times," he said, "we might have sold them as slaves like wot Miss Jones told us about."
Ginger gasped at the daring idea. Then his eye fell upon them gloomily.
"No one would have bought 'em," he said. "No one wot knew them 's well as I do."
"You silly!" said William. "They wouldn't know them. They'd just see them in a kind of particular place and think they looked nice——"
"Well, they don't!"
"—or cheap and jus' buy them."
"Well, wot for? Fancy anyone payin' money for them! ... for those!"
"You're so silly," said William patiently. "They'd jus' buy 'em once when they were quite little an' jus pay once for 'em and then have 'em all the rest of their lives to do work for 'em an' they'd never pay any more after they'd jus' paid for 'em once—see?"