The only other suggestion came from Douglas who had got full marks for Scripture the week before.
“I think Joseph must have been a bit like Georgie,” he said. “I—I s’pose we couldn’t take him right away somewhere and leave him in a pit same as what they did, an’ take his coat home an’ say a wild animal ate him?”
The Outlaws considered this alluring suggestion, but feared that it would be impracticable.
“There aren’t any pits or wild animals like that in England in these days,” said William mournfully.
The Outlaws sighed, thinking—not for the first time—that the vaunted benefits of civilisation were more than nullified by its hampering elements.
“Well, we aren’t any nearer doin’ anythin’,” said Ginger.
“There dun’t seem anythin’ to do,” said William, whose gloom had been deepened by the thought of the simplicity of Joseph’s brethren’s problem compared with theirs.
“An’ he’s gettin’ worse an’ worse,” groaned Douglas.
“They’re havin’ a garden party next week,” contributed Henry, “an’ we’ll all have to go.”
“An’ watch him in his white suit,” put in William bitterly.