"Your heart is too full for words," she said kindly. "The thought of
having your destiny linked with mine takes speech from you. But have
courage, dear Gregorius. You shall work for me. We will do great
things together. We will be married at the little church."
Still no answer.
"Gregorius!" she murmured tenderly:
She leant against him suddenly, and he yielded beneath the pressure
with a sudden sound of dissolution. Two cushions slid to the ground,
the toga fell back, revealing a broomstick with a turnip fixed firmly
to the top. It bore the legend:
[Illustration: APRIL FOOL]
And from the other side of the fence came a deep sigh of satisfaction
from the artist behind the scenes.
CHAPTER XIV
WILLIAM'S CHRISTMAS EVE
It was Christmas. The air was full of excitement and secrecy. William,
whose old-time faith in notes to Father Christmas sent up the chimney
had died a natural death as the result of bitter experience, had
thoughtfully presented each of his friends and relations with a list
of his immediate requirements.
Things I want for Crismus
1. A Bicycle.
2. A grammerfone.
3. A pony.
4. A snake.
5. A monkey.
6. A Bugal
7. A trumpit
8. A red Injun uniform
9. A lot of sweets.
10. A lot of books.
He had a vague and not unfounded misgiving that his family would begin
at the bottom of the list instead of the top.
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