“Oh, come along,” he said impatiently. “It’s no good staring in at his ole butter an’ cheese. Let’s think of something else to do.”
“Anyway, it’s nasty cheese,” said Douglas comfortingly. “My mother said it was—so p’raps it’s a good thing we’ve been saved buyin’ his marbles.”
“Something else to do?” said William. “We want to play marbles, don’t we? Wot’s the good of thinkin’ of other things when we want to play marbles?”
“’S all very well to talk like that,” said Ginger with sudden inspiration. “An’ we might jus’ as well say that ’f you’d not spent your money you could have lent us some, an’ that’s just as much sense as you saying if we——”
“Oh, do shut up talkin’ stuff no one can understand,” said William, “let’s get some money.”
“How?” said Ginger, who was nettled. “All right. Get some, an’ we’ll watch you. You goin’ to steal some or make some. ’F you’re clever enough to steal some or make some I’ll be very glad to join with it.”
“Yes, well, if I stealed some or made some you just wouldn’t join with it,” said William crushingly.
“Let’s sell something,” said Henry.
“We’ve got nothing anyone’d buy,” said Ginger.
“Let’s sell Jumble.”