At this moment a milk-boy appeared, staggering up the drive, and William hastily put the coin into his pocket.
"'Ello, kids!" said the milk-boy.
At other moments William might have made a practical protest against the appellation. But he felt his present position to be too precarious for active aggression. He merely replied coldly:
"'Ello, Milky!"
"If you belong 'ere," went on the milk-boy cheerfully, having filled the jug, "tell 'em they've forgot the money. So long! Be good!"
With a certain relief they watched his figure disappear round the gateway. John at once raised his voice.
"Wanner be a save," he demanded tearfully.
"Wanner be a save," joined in George.
"HERE, HAVE A DRINK OF NICE MILK," SAID WILLIAM.
THE TWINS OBEYED. THEY FOUGHT FOR THE MILK-JUG,
BUT BOTH MANAGED TO DRINK A FAIR AMOUNT.