Will of the Mill

by George Manville Fenn

“Well, I could hit it like a shot,” said Will, picking up a rounded pebble.

“Why, so could I, if you come to that,” said Josh.

“Not you! Come, let’s try.”

“No, no; I don’t want to tease him. Let’s get him on to fish.”

“You couldn’t hit it,” said Will.

“All right; think so if you like,” said Josh, and Will sent his stone flying with a tremendous jerk right away into the trees beyond the stream.

“Coo-ee!” he shouted. “Mr RA! Ahoy!”

“Don’t!” cried Josh.

“Why?”

“He won’t like it. Father says that he told him once that he was sadly disappointed that he had not had more success with the pictures he sent to town.”