"He's got out," he said reproachfully. "Look at him. He's got out. An'
all our trouble for nothing. Why di'n't someone _stop_ him gettin'
out?"
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William and Ginger sat on the railing that separated their houses.
"It's not really much _fun_ bein' a knight," said William slowly.
"No," agreed Ginger. "You never know when folks _is_ oppressed. An'
anyway, wot's one afternoon away from school to make such a fuss
about?"
"Seems to me from wot father said," went on William gloomily, "you'll
have to wait a jolly long time for that drink of ginger-ale."
An expression of dejection came over Ginger's face.
"An' you wasn't even ever squire," he said. Then he brightened.
"They were jolly good cakes, wasn't they?" he said.
William's lips curved into a smile of blissful reminiscence.
"_Jolly_ good!" he agreed.
CHAPTER V
WILLIAM'S HOBBY
Uncle George was William's godfather, and he was intensely interested
in William's upbringing. It was an interest with which William would
gladly have dispensed. Uncle George's annual visit was to William a
purgatory only to be endured by a resolutely philosophic attitude of
mind and the knowledge that sooner or later it must come to an end.
Uncle George had an ideal of what a boy should be, and it was a
continual grief to him that William fell so short of this ideal. But
he never relinquished his efforts to make William conform to it.
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