"For the license?"
Ma Tamby tittered. "Not unless you love the song of the subway. The
license is a man's job." Twisting, she giggled at Paliser. "But not hard
labour, he, he!"
"A life-term, though," he answered and added: "I'll go at once."
That settled it for Cassy. A chair stretched its arms to her. She sat
down.
Wildly the fat woman gesticulated. "Dearie, no! But how it gets me! As
true as gospel I dreamed so much about it that it kept me awake. I do
believe I have a pint of champy. Shall I fetch it? I must."