“No, the man he was talking about. And what’s a Toreador?”
“Oh ... a man who fights bulls.”
William’s spirits rose.
“Will there be bulls there?”
“I hope not, dear.”
“Shall I go as a bull? It seems silly to have a Tor—what you said, without a bull. I could easy get a bull skin. I ’spect the butcher’d give me one.”
Mrs. Brown shuddered.
“No dear, most certainly not. Now do get on with your homework.”
William, having fixed all his pins except one into the lid, now took the last pin and began to twang them with it. They made different noises according as they were twanged near the head or near the point. Mrs. Brown looked up, then bent her head again over her darning ... what funny things they taught children nowadays, she thought.
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