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"Huh!" he ejaculated bitterly, "think of them sitting and stuffing, and stuffing, and stuffing away at our food all night! I don't suppose they'll leave much not if I know the set that lives round here!" "Don't judge them all by yourself, Master William," said cook unkindly, keeping a watchful eye upon him. "Here, Emma, put that rice-mould away in the pantry. It's for to-morrow's lunch."
"Oh, William, I never thought you really would! Oh, you are wonderful! And I had it!" "What?" "Rice-mould for supper, but I didn't mind, because I thought I hoped, you'd come with it. Oh, William, you are a nice boy!" William glowed with pride. "William!" bellowed an irate voice from William's front door. William knew that voice.
"Rice-mould! Rice-mould! every single day. I hate it, don't you?" She turned gloomy blue eyes upon William, who was perched perilously on the ivy-covered wall. William considered thoughtfully. "Dunno," he said. "I just eat it; I never thought about it." "It's hateful, just hateful. Ugh! I've had it at dinner and I'll have it at supper bet you anything.
Rice-mould! That reminded him. "Cook," he said ingratiatingly, "are you going to make cream blanc-mange?" "I am not, Master William," she said firmly. "Well," he said, with a short laugh, "it'll be a queer party without cream blanc-mange! I've never heard of a party without cream blanc-mange! They'll think it's a bit funny. No one ever gives a party round here without cream blanc-mange!"
With a horrible suspicion at his heart he seized the spoon she had dropped and took a mouthful himself. He had brought the rice-mould by mistake! When William first saw him he was leaning against the wall of the White Lion, gazing at the passers-by with a moody smile upon his villainous-looking countenance.
"Rather!" said William with an air of superiority. "What are you going to have to eat at your party?" "Oh everything," said William vaguely. "Cream blanc-mange?" "Heaps of it buckets of it." The little girl next door clasped her hands. "Oh, just think of it! Your eating cream blanc-mange and me eating rice-mould!" Here an idea struck William. "What time do you have supper?" "Seven."
As I say, I don't want William to reproach himself, but I feel that he has deprived me of a very great treat." "Nice Willum!" murmured Jimmy sleepily from his corner. As William undressed that night his gaze fell upon the flower-bedecked motto: "A Busy Day is a Happy Day." "It's a story," he said, indignantly. "It's jus' a wicked ole story." "Rice-mould," said the little girl next door bitterly.
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