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Ginger was strolling disconsolately down the road looking for William. His face brightened when he saw William in the distance.
“Hello, William.”
“Hello, Ginger.”
In accordance with their usual ceremonial greeting, they punched each other and wrestled with each other till they rolled on to the ground. Then they began to walk along the road together.
“I’ve not got to stop with you long,” said Ginger gloomily; “my mother’s got an ole Sale of Work in her garden, an’ she wants me to help.”
“Huh!” said William scornfully, “you helpin’ at a Sale of Work! You. Huh!”
“She’s goin’ to give me five shillings,” went on Ginger coldly.
William slightly modified his tone. “Well, I never said you can’t help, did I?” he said in a more friendly voice.
“She said I needn’t go for about half an hour. Wot’ll we do? Dig for hidden treasure?”