"It's not over yet," said Robert, in a voice of warning.
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William was already on his way to Beechwood. In the road he found Ginger, his bosom friend on weekdays. On Sundays the two families, inspired solely by a selfish desire for peace, tried to keep them as far apart as possible.
"Sunday!" said Ginger, bitterly voicing unconsciously the grievance of the majority of his countrymen. "There's nothing to do!"
"I've jolly well got something to do, I can tell you," said William in a voice in which mystery and self-importance were mingled.
Ginger brightened.
"Lemme help!" he pleaded. "Lemme help an' I'll give you half the next thing anyone gives me."
"S'pose it's something you can't make a half of?" said William guardedly.
"Well, then, I'll let you have it in turn with me," said Ginger generously.
"Fair turns?" said William.