William The Good (Just William, Book 9)
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'I din' take it,' William said. 'Ethel took it. She - she sort of can't help herself. I always,' he added virtuously, 'try'n put back the things she's took.' It all started with a rare event: William Brown read a book. And now he feels inspired to save his sister from a life of crime. The road to disaster is paved with William's good intentions. Ethel's behaviour has been rather odd - more so than is usual in a girl. But William, the Brown family's moral guardian, is determined to 'reform' her - whatever the consequences . . .
said William. ‘We’ve got their map. They can’t do anythin’ without their map.’ But by the end of the next day both William and his Archers had tired of waiting and watching. They felt that the time was ripe for some decisive coup, and so they met in William’s back garden to decide what form exactly the coup should take. William led the discussion. ‘I votes,’ he said, ‘that we get the general man away from them somehow. Then when we attack them they’ll have no one to tell’m what to do. They’ll
the youngest guest’s mother, feeling that it was up to her to restore the atmosphere. Clarence’s complacency dropped from him as he thought of how fast he’d come there. ‘Oh – er – it varied,’ he said absently. What had that little wretch said? A policeman taking down details! It was a horrible thought. He took out the mauve silk handkerchief and wiped his brow again. His mauve silk handkerchief was becoming quite damp. And then – his eyes almost started out of his head. Here was the policeman
Crumbs! He’d no idea – He gazed at the vision with awe and astonishment and growing horror. He could not, of course, know that the vision was an acquaintance of Robert’s who had arranged to call for Robert on his way to a small fancy dress party to which they were both going. Robert had as a matter of fact carefully hidden from William his intention of going to the fancy dress party, on the general principle that the less William knew of his movements the better. William roused himself from his
‘We may all justly pride ourselves,’ he said, ‘upon the dauntless courage we have displayed in the face of this crisis.’ ‘I’m so hungry,’ said Miss Seed pathetically. ‘Hungry?’ said Mrs Carroway. ‘I’m past hunger. I shall never, never, never be able to describe to you what I’ve suffered during these last few minutes.’ Mr Carroway looked rather relieved at the information. They went into the dining-room and took their seats. Miss Seed brought in the dinner, and the Great Man returned to the
time. I dunno quite as I can spare all that time.’ They were amazed at his effrontery and at the same time his astounding and unexpected reluctance to accept the post of wind-maker increased the desirability of his whistle in their eyes. ‘Of course, William,’ said Mrs Bruce Monkton-Bruce in cold reproach, ‘if you don’t want to help in a good cause like this . . .’ Wisely she kept the exact nature of the good cause vague. ‘Oh, I don’ mind helpin’,’ said William; ‘all I meant was that it’d