"'E goes rahnd wiv a barrer sellin' things," said Elbert.
"Moine sweeps chimeneys," said Eglantine shrilly, "'e gets that black."
They both turned on William.
"Wot does yours do?"
William bowed his head in shame. He could not bear to confess that his father neither sold things nor swept chimneys, but merely caught a train to London and his office every morning.
"Ain't got no father," he said doggedly.
"You're a horphin, then," said Eglantine, with an air of wide knowledge of the world.
"Umph," grunted William.
WILLIAM FELT BLISSFULLY HAPPY WALKING ALONG
BESIDE HER.