William The Good (Just William, Book 9)

William The Good (Just William, Book 9)

Richmal Crompton

Language: English

Pages: 141

ISBN: 0333373936

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

'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 . . .

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exactly. For a moment the audience enjoyed the spectacle of Miss Gwladwyn sitting on the floor, dripping wet and gasping and spluttering. Then Mr Fleuster had the presence of mind to draw the curtain. After which he deliberately walked across to the dripping, spluttering, gasping Miss Gwladwyn and asked her to marry him. For five years he’d been trying to propose to a dignified and very correctly dressed and mannered Miss Gwladwyn, and he’d never had the courage, but as soon as he saw her

refused. . . . Furiously she opened her purse . . . eight and six – it would only leave her a pound till the end of the month. Angrily she flung the coins at William and walked on. She felt so angry that when she reached the young man at the further stile she walked straight past him without looking at him or answering him when he spoke to her. . . . Mr Brown sat in his chair in the drawing-room holding his head. On one side of him was Ethel and on the other side the ladies from next door.

staying at the Hall, he had been quite willing to overlook the receding chin and the high-pitched laughter and the objectionable swagger. Clarence, however, rushed on to his doom. He began by kicking William’s dog, Jumble, in the village street. Technically, of course, he had some justification, because Jumble made what appeared to be an entirely unprovoked attack on him, barking furiously and pretending to bite his plus-fours. In reality, it was not unprovoked. They were very loud plus-fours,

‘Do you think so?’ said the red-haired girl coldly (she simply couldn’t get over this man’s having eaten two dozen iced cakes and a pound of biscuits). ‘I think it’s very ordinary.’ William and Ginger had left the bushes. Gorged with cakes and in a state of hazy content they were walking down the road towards a point at the road where a policeman stood directing the very scanty traffic which came from a side road. They had not finished with Clarence yet. The Outlaws never went in for half

William’s neck. ‘It went behind a sort of cupboard place,’ said William, still tenderly caressing his neck, ‘an’ it was quite quiet till they started havin’ a meetin’ an’ then it started sayin’ its things an’ they thought it was me. Crumbs! It was awful! . . . It’s right behind the cupboard thing now. I kept tryin’ to see it but I couldn’t.’ ‘Let’s see if we can see it from the window,’ suggested Ginger. They crept very, very cautiously up to the window. They could see the parrot quite

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