“Has he got a Charles the First dress?” asked William. “If he has he can come to the job straight away.”
“He can’t come to no job at all,” said the little girl mopping her blue eyes languidly with the corner of her pinafore, “he’s ill.”
The Outlaws stared at her.
“Crumbs!” said William appalled.
She stared at the Outlaws.
“Go away,” she said, “I don’t like you.”
The Outlaws went away, but despite her professed dislike of them it never occurred to them to relax their efforts on her behalf.
“We’ll jus’ have to get a Charles the First dress an’ do it for her an’ take him the money,” said William.
“How’ll we get a Charles the First dress?” said Douglas.
“Oh, we will somehow,” said William, cheerfully, “somehow we will. See if we don’t.”