More William by Richmal Crompton
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"I've gotter pistol," said William sternly. "I'll shoot you dead if you kick the door down, you mangy ole beast!" The sound of kicking ceased and a scrambling and scraping, accompanied by oaths, proceeded from the interior. "I'll stay on guard," said William with the tense expression of the soldier at his post, "an' you go an' set her free. Go an' blow the bugle at the front door, then they'll know something's happened," he added simply. * * * * * Miss Priscilla Greene was pouring out tea in the drawing-room. Two young men and a maiden were the recipients of her hospitality. "Dad will be here in a minute," she said. "He's just gone to the dark-room to see to some photos he'd left in toning or fixing, or something. We'll get on with the rehearsal as soon as he comes. We'd just rehearsed the scene he and I have together, so we're ready for the ones where we all come in." "How did it go off?" "Oh, quite well. We knew our parts, anyway." "I think the village will enjoy it." "Anyway, it's never very critical, is it? And it loves a melodrama." |
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