“My dear, it’s centuries ... weeks since we had one last,” said his wife, “and this is the Conservative Fête—and quite different from all the others.”
“What sort ’f a stall you goin’ to have?” said William, who had received her invitation to help without enthusiasm.
“A White Elephant stall,” said Mrs. Brown.
William showed signs of animation.
“And where you goin’ to gettem?” he said with interest.
“Oh, people will give them,” said Mrs. Brown vaguely.
“Crumbs!” said William, impressed.
“You must be very careful with them, William,” said his father gravely, “they’re delicate animals and must be given only the very best buns. Don’t allow the people to feed them indiscriminately.”
“Oh, no,” said William with a swagger, “I bet I’ll stop ’em doin’ it that way if I’m lookin’ after em.”
“And be very careful when you’re in charge of them. They’re difficult beasts to handle.”