"The Wilkinsons over at Todfoot have had their house broken into now," Mrs. Brown was saying. "All her jewellery gone. They think it's a gang. It's just the villages round here. There seems to be one every day!"
William expressed his surprise.
"Oh, 'ell!" he ejaculated, with a slightly self-conscious air.
Mr. Brown turned round and looked at his son.
"May I ask," he said politely, "where you picked up that expression?"
"I got it off one of my fren's," said William with quiet pride.
"Then I'd take it as a personal favour," went on Mr. Brown, "if you'd kindly refrain from airing your friends' vocabularies in this house."
"He means you're never to say it again, William," translated Mrs. Brown sternly. "Never."
"All right," said William. "I won't. See? I da—jolly well won't. Strike me pink. See?"
He departed with an air of scowling mystery and dignity combined, leaving his parents speechless with amazement.