William accorded her a certain
grudging admiration. Not once did she falter or faint. Iced cakes,
cream cakes, pastries melted away before her and never did she lose
her ethereal angelic appearance. Tight golden ringlets, blue eyes,
faintly flushed cheeks, vivid pale blue dress remained immaculate and
unruffled, and still she ate cakes. William watched her in amazement,
forgetting even to scowl at her. Her capacity for cakes exceeded even
William's, and his was no mean one.
They had a rehearsal of the Maypole dance and crowning the next day.
[Illustration: WILLIAM ACCORDED HER A CERTAIN GRUDGING ADMIRATION.
ICED CAKES, CREAM CAKES, PASTRIES MELTED AWAY BEFORE HER.]
"I want William Brown to hold the queen's train," said Miss Dewhurst.
"_Me?_" ejaculated William in horror. "D'you mean _me_?"
"Yes, dear. It's a great honour to be asked to hold little Queen
Evangeline's train. I'm sure you feel very proud. You must be her
little courtier."
"Huh!" said William, transferring his scowl to Miss Dewhurst.
Evangeline beamed. She wanted William's admiration. William was the
only boy in the form who was not her slave. She smiled at William
sweetly.
"I'm not _good_ at holdin' trains," said William. "I don't _like_
holdin' trains. I've never bin _taught_ 'bout holdin' trains. I might
do it wrong on the day an' spoil it all. I shan't like to spoil it
all," he added virtuously.
"Oh, we'll have heaps of practices," said Miss Dewhurst brightly.
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