“Let her be treated,” William said, “with all courtesy till this even.”
“Well,” said Ginger, “that’s all right, but what we goin’ to do with her?”
William glanced disapprovingly at the maiden, who had turned the packing-case upside down and was sitting in it.
“Well, what we goin’ to do?” said Ginger. “It’s not much fun so far.”
“Well, we just gotter wait till her people send the money.”
“Well, how they goin’ to know we got her, and where she is, an’ how much we want?”
William considered. This aspect of the matter had not struck him.
“Well,” he said at last. “I s’pose you’d better go an’ tell them.”
“You can,” said Ginger.
“You’d better go,” said William, “’cause I’m chief.”