"What can we do now?" said Ginger.
"Nothin'," said William shortly.
Very, very slowly they began to walk down the road.
"You can do the talkin' to their mother," said William. "I was goin' to do the talkin' before, wasn't I? Well, you can do it now."
"Oh, yes," said Ginger, with weary sarcasm. "A lot of talkin' you did, didn't you? Anyway, there won't need to be much talkin'—not from us! She'll do the talkin' all right!"
After a short silence, Ginger spoke again:
"Anyway," he said in a feeble voice, "we got a jolly lot of things for that bob!"
It was a feeble remark, and was treated by William with the contemptuous silence it deserved.
As they turned the corner of the road, a lady wearing a tall toque came into sight, walking hurriedly towards them.
"It's her!" said Ginger, with a groan.