"Do you feel ill, darling?"
"Kind of," said William. "I feel kind of as if I'd like to have tea out of doors. I could eat quite a big tea, but only out of doors. It's that kind of a feeling. Sort of as if I felt faint and not hungry indoors, but would be all right an' wantin' a big tea in the garden."
"Fiddlesticks!" remarked Ethel, coldly.
"If you feel like that, darling," said Mrs. Brown, "I think you'd better lie down. I'll bring you up a nice little tea on a tray."
William perceived that Sam was grimacing at him through the window and pointing meaningly to the table.
"It's not that sort of a feeling at all," said William. "It's quite a different sort. I'd like jus' cake—lots of cake—in the garden. I'd feel all right then, if I could jus' take a lot of cake to eat outside."
THROUGH THE WINDOW WILLIAM COULD PLAINLY SEE
THE MENACING FACES OF SAM, ALBERT AND LEOPOLD.
"WHO ARE THOSE BOYS?" ASKED HIS MOTHER.
"THOSE BOYS?" SAID WILLIAM SLOWLY, TO GAIN
TIME. "JUS' FRENS OF MINE."