"Dunno!"
"An ole cat! An' whose d'you think it is?"
"Dunno!"
"Well, a man's givin' it to my sister. An' how much d'you think he's givin' me for takin' it?"
"Dunno!"
"Nothin'!" said William, bitterly. "Nothin'. Makin' a cat-carrier of me for nothin'."
"Listen at it!" said Ginger, enraptured.
"It's been carryin' on something dreadful ever since I got it," said William. "It's a beautiful, nice quiet cat, isn't it? It'll be nice for Jumble an' those poor ole rats when this sort of wild thing gets loose, won't it? It'll be nice for them, then."
Sarcasm was a new weapon of William's, and as yet his use of it was heavy.
"Let's have a look at it," said Ginger.