“Bein’ drawed. He’s got to have special clothes. Any of you gotta Charles I dress? He’s got to have one.”
“Crumbs, no!” said the Outlaws.
“Well,” said William, “we’ve got to get him one. I’ve got him the job an’ the rest of you got to get him the dress.”
“He might have one already,” said Ginger the optimist. “He might’ve been to a fancy dress dance in one.”
The other Outlaws looked doubtful.
“No harm goin’ to see anyway,” said William.
So they went to see.
The little girl with blue eyes and auburn curls was sitting on the doorstep. She looked prettier than ever. And she was still crying.
“Cheer up,” said William, “we’ve got your father a job.”
She continued to cry.