"He'll make me pay for that," said the young man. "He'll say I'm responsible."
"You are, dear, legally," said the stout one brightly. "Now, I'm going to talk to these dear children, and get to the bottom of this. Now, darlings, who's William?"
"Willum's nice!" said George.
"Yes, darling, but what does he do? Who is he?"
"Willum sells us!" said John proudly.
"He doesn't sell little boys, surely!" said the tall lady, aghast.
George and John nodded their heads.
"Yiss, he does."
"He's not your father, is he?"
"Oh, no," they chorussed. "He's Willum. He sells us."