“It’s disgraceful,” said Mr. Brown, “disgraceful! That’s all.”
But it was not quite all. Something hard and round slipped into William’s hand. He ran lightly upstairs.
“Hello!” said Henry, surprised. “That’s not taken long. What——”
William opened his hand and showed something that shone upon his extended palm.
“Look!” he said. “Crumbs! Look!” It was a bright half-crown.
CHAPTER VI
A QUESTION OF GRAMMAR
It was raining. It had been raining all morning. William was intensely bored with his family.
“What can I do?” he demanded of his father for the tenth time.