"But 'ow can we?"
"'Ow d'yer mean? Eustace'll do it."
"Yes, but if we go plantin' palaces on other people's ground we'll get sent to clink, or something. Then we'd look silly."
"Good for you, Alf. That's true. In the book Aladdin got a bit o' land from 'is girl's father, an' built 'is 'appy 'ome on that. We can't do that. That ole boy in your picture don't look that sort. No, I'll tell you what—we'll 'ave to take a 'ouse—one of these 'ere big 'ouses in the country like the one your girl lives in, an' we'll let Eustace do it all up. Arter all, if we went an' told Eustace to build us a palace all in a night we'd 'ave the police an' the newspapers an' I don't know what else on our tracks."
"There mayn't be no big 'ouse goin' in 'er neighbor'ood."
"Well, we'll 'ave to send Eustace over an' find out."
"Send Eustace?" inquired Alf vaguely.
"We'll 'ave to. We got no time to waste."
"But the officer said...."