“You come to the exhibition?” he said sternly, “’cause you’ve gotter pay a penny ’f you have.”
The Honourable Marmaduke Morencey took out a sixpence and gave it to William. William unbent.
“’F you come round with me,” he said, “I’ll guide you. I’m a guide—a native guide. I’m a South African, I am.”
“Rahly?” said the Honourable Marmaduke.
“How very quaint!” sighed Mrs. Bott with a kindly smile. “I do wish my little gurl was heah. She’d have loved it. But I don’t let her mix with common children. She’s so carefully gorded. She’s in the gorden with her nurse now. She’s a beautiful chehild, and gorded most careful from chehildhood.”
THE LAST SHROUDED FIGURE THREW OFF ITS COVERING
AND JUMPED EXCITEDLY INTO THE AIR. “I’M A NINDIAN,”
SQUEAKED VIOLET ELIZABETH, “AND I’M GOING TO DO
A DANCE.”
“I DO WISH MY VIOLET ELIZABETH WAS HERE,” SAID
MRS. BOTT. “SHE’D BE SO INTERESTED—BUT THERE,
I’VE ALWAYS KEPT HER FROM COMMON CHILDREN.”
Henry’s canvas was removed and the Honourable Marmaduke smiled a weary smile and Mrs. Bott imitated it carefully but not very exactly.