“Well, where’s the money?” repeated Ginger. “I’ve jus’ about had enough of kidnappin’.”
“I couldn’t get the money,” said William. “I couldn’t make ’em listen properly. Let’s change, an’ me stay here an’ you go and get the money.”
“All right,” said Ginger. “I wun’t mind changing to do anything from this. What shall I say to ’em?”
“You’d better say you must speak to ’em on life or death. I said that, but they kind of didn’t listen. They’ll p’raps listen to you.”
“Well, I jolly well don’t mind goin’,” said Ginger: “she’s a wearin’ kid.”
He went out and shut the door.
“Put the funny thing on your face,” ordered Lady Barbara.
“It’s not funny,” said William coldly, as he adjusted the mask.
She danced round him, clapping her hands.
“Dear, funny boy! An’ now make me the swing.”