“I di’n’t,” said William irritably. “You can’t understand English. That’s wot’s wrong with you. You can’t understand English. Wot I said was——”
Finding that he had entirely forgotten how the argument arose he hastily changed the subject. “Wot you’re goin’ to do now?” he said.
“Anything,” said Joan obligingly.
“Have a coco-nut lump?” said William, taking out his third bag.
“Have an aniseed ball?” said Ginger.
“Have a pear drop?” said Henry.
Joan took one of each and took out a bag from her pocket.
“Have a liquorice treasure?” she said.
Munching cheerfully they walked along the road, stopping to throw a stick for Jumble every now and then. Jumble then performed his “trick.” His “trick” was to walk between William and Ginger, a paw in each of their hands. It was a “trick” that Jumble cordially detested. He generally managed to avoid it. The word “trick” generally sent him flying towards the horizon like an arrow from a bow. But this time he was hoping that William still had some treacle toffee concealed on his person, and did not take to his heels in time. He was finally released with a kiss from Joan on the end of his nose. In joy at his freedom, he found a stick, worried it, ran after his tail, and finally darted down the road.
“Have a monkey-nut?” said William.