“Why? Are you ill, William?”
“No.”
“Well, why are you going to bed, William?”
William leant out of the window.
“I’m goin’ to bed,” he said, “’cause my father don’t understand ’bout English Grammar, that’s why!”
CHAPTER VII
WILLIAM JOINS THE BAND OF HOPE
“William! you’ve been playing that dreadful game again!” said Mrs. Brown despairingly.
William, his suit covered with dust, his tie under one ear, his face begrimed and his knees cut, looked at her in righteous indignation.