William the Conqueror (Just William series Book 6)
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William is always in trouble, but sometimes it really isn't his fault. It was Ginger who showed him the book about Robin Hood, and it was Violet Elizabeth Bott's idea to steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Unfortunately the only rich person they know is Violet's father, so William's latest plan to right the world's wrongs is sure to lead to catastrophe . . .
In William the Conqueror everyone's favourite troublemaker, William Brown, is back in a collection of thirteen Just William stories - now with a brand-new cover look illustrated by Joe Berger.
There is only one William. This tousle-headed, snub-nosed, hearty, lovable imp of mischief has been harassing his unfortunate family and delighting his hundreds of thousands of admirers since 1922.
his chocolate cigar. William emitted a blood-curdling growl. ‘An’ what did he say?’ ‘Oh-h-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h! My holy aunt!’ It was an excellent imitation of the leopard hunter’s quavering moan. ‘An’ what did he do?’ William rose. ‘You come round to our summer-house an’ I’ll show you. Ginger be me growlin’ an’ I’ll be him carryin’ on. Come along.’ They collected the bags and strode off happily with their leader. CHAPTER 4 WILLIAM LEADS A BETTER LIFE IF you go far enough back it was Mr
things if he liked, an’ he ’n his frien’s took the money an’ got funny long sort of clothes an’ went an’ lived away in a little house by themselves, an’ he uster preach to animals an’ to people an’ call everythin’ “brother” an’ “sister”, and they cooked all their own stuff to eat an’—’ ‘Jolly fine it sounds,’ said William enviously, ‘an’ did their people let ’em?’ ‘They couldn’t stop ’em,’ said Ginger. ‘An’ Francis, he was the head one, an’ the others all called themselves Franciscans, an’ they
soon brought the proceedings to a premature end. ‘Well, you s’gested it,’ said St Douglas, rather hurt, ‘an’ I was doin’ it as gently as I could.’ ‘Gently!’ groaned Henry, still nursing his saintly head. ‘You were tearing it out by the roots.’ ‘Well, come on!’ said St Ginger impatiently, ‘let’s begin now. What did you say we were goin’ to do first?’ ‘Preachin’ to animals is the first thing,’ said William in his most business-like manner. ‘I’ve got Brother Jumble here. Ginger – I mean St
leaving their leader’s cap in the hands of the enemy. They would never hold up their heads again. They discussed plans, standing in the middle of the road, watched suspiciously by the enemy from her back-door, where she still kept guard over her trophy. ‘We’ve gotter get it back,’ said Ginger sternly. ‘It’s William’s cap, so I votes William goes in an’ gets it back.’ ‘Yes, you’d feel like going back,’ said William bitterly, ‘if she’d shook everything loose in your head. All the bones an’
fight,’ called the girl after them. ‘He’s a light-weight champion.’ The Crusaders, slightly battered, walked home. ‘Well, it wouldn’t have been right to hurt him in front of her,’ said Ginger, whose gift for putting a good face on things amounted almost to genius. ‘He din’ seem to mind hurtin’ us,’ said Douglas bitterly. ‘He din’ mean to hurt us,’ said Henry judicially. ‘He’s just sort of made strong.’ They entered the barn and sat down. ‘Well,’ said Henry gloomily, ‘it doesn’t seem to be