"Oh, let's leave it and go home," said Ginger.
"Oh, yes, that's all right," burst out William. "It's all right for you. You've not to go home and say you've lost a valu'ble white cat, in a highly nervous state, wot someone was giving to Ethel."
"Well, what can I do?" snapped Ginger.
"You can perduce some sort of a cat," said William firmly. "That's all I say. You let the first one loose all over the place, and you can perduce another. That's all I say. I'm not going home without some sort of a cat. I don't mind about it bein' valu'ble, or white, or nervous; but I must go home with some sort of a cat. All I ask you is to perduce some sort of a cat."
"I wish you'd stop saying that," said Ginger, irritably.
"Well, perduce one an' I will," said William, imperturbably.
"There ought to be lots of cats about," said Ginger. "Let's go to the road again."
They went down the village street. Only one cat was to be seen. William and Ginger approached it cautiously.
"Pretty pussy!" said William, hoarsely.
"Puss, puss, puss!" said Ginger, in honeyed accents.