Ginger brightened.
"D'you think anyone would?" he said.
William replied with superior scorn.
"'F you'd been listening in History to-day you'd know that people don't do it now. Someone or other stopped 'em."
Ginger considered this deeply.
"You never know," he said; "it might be comin' in fashion again. Things do. We might try it. You never know. Someone might jus' like the look of 'em or think 'em cheap or——"
Even William was horrified.
"Yes," he broke in, "an' then when you've sold 'em, what'll you say to their mother?... Jus' you tell me that! What'll you say to their mother when you've sold 'em?"
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Ginger had been considering deeply. Suddenly his brow cleared.