That, of course, is quite a good place to stop, but, there remains more to be said.
The next day Georgie appeared once more, cleaner and neater than ever and clad in a new white suit, walking decorously down the village street and smiling complacently. But it was no use. Georgie’s reputation was gone. It had so to speak vanished in a night. Georgie might have paraded his clean white-clad figure and smug smile and golden curls before the eyes of the village for a hundred years and yet never wiped out the memory of that mud-caked little horror uttering horrible oaths before the assembled aristocrats of the village.
At the end of the month the Murdochs sold their house and removed. They told their new neighbours that there hadn’t been a boy in the place fit for Georgie to associate with.
History does not relate what happened to the chocolate creams.
Perhaps the famous cousin ate them.
CHAPTER IV
WILLIAM AND THE WHITE ELEPHANTS
WILLIAM,” said Mrs. Brown to her younger son, “as Robert will be away, I think it would be rather nice if you helped me at my stall at the Fête.”
William’s father at the head of the table groaned aloud.
“Another Fête,” he said.