“Red Injun?” said William with a gleam of hope.
“Er—no, not exactly.”
“Pirate?”
“Not quite.”
“I’d go as a Red Injun, or I’d go as a Pirate,” he said firmly, “but I wu’nt go as anything else.”
“A page,” said Miss Grant’s clear, melodious voice, “is a mediæval and romantic idea, William. There’s the glamour of chivalry about it that should appeal strongly to a boy of your age.”
William turned his inscrutable countenance upon her and gave her a cold glare.
They discussed his costume in private.
“WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO TO COUSIN SYBIL’S WEDDING?” SHE ASKED. “NO, I WU’NT,” SAID WILLIAM WITHOUT HESITATION.