His father apologised. "I"m sorry," he said. "You see, I"m not used to it. It startled me."
At breakfast William"s politeness shone forth in all its glory.
"Can I pa.s.s you anything, Robert?" he said sweetly.
His elder brother coldly ignored him. "Going to rain again," he said to the world in general.
"If you"ll "scuse me contradicting of you Robert," said William, "I heard the milkman sayin" it was goin" to be fine. If you"ll "scuse me contradictin" you."
"Look here!" said Robert angrily, "Less of your cheek!"
"Seems to me no one in this house understands wot bein" p"lite is," said William bitterly. "Seems to me one might go on bein" p"lite in this house for years an" no one know wot one was doin"."
His mother looked at him anxiously.
"You"re feeling quite well, dear, aren"t you?" she said. "You haven"t got a headache or anything, have you?"
"No. I"m bein" _p"lite_," he said irritably, then pulled himself up suddenly. "I"m quite well, thank you, Mother dear," he said in a tone of cloying sweetness.
"Does it hurt you much?" inquired his brother tenderly.
"No thank you, Robert," said William politely.
After breakfast he received his pocket-money with courteous grat.i.tude.
"Thank you very much, Father."
"Not at all. Pray don"t mention it, William. It"s quite all right," said Mr. Brown, not to be outdone. Then, "It"s rather trying. How long does it last?"
"What?"
"The resolution."
"Oh, bein" p"lite! He said they didn"t often do it after the first day."
"He"s quite right, whoever he is," said Mr. Brown. "They don"t."
"He"s goin" to ask her again," volunteered William.
"Who ask who what?" said Mr. Brown, but William had departed. He was already on his way to Mr. Moss"s shop.
Mr. Moss was at the door, hatted and coated, and gazing anxiously down the street.
"Goo" mornin" Mr. Moss," said William politely.
Mr. Moss took out a large antique watch.
"He"s late!" he said. "I shall miss the train. Oh, dear! It will be the first New Year"s Day I"ve missed in ten years."
William was inspecting the sweets with the air of an expert.
"Them pink ones are new," he said at last. "How much are they?"
"Eightpence a quarter. Oh, dear, I shall miss the train."
"They"re very small ones," said William disparagingly "You"d think they"d be less than that--small ones like that."
"Will you--will you do something for me and I"ll _give_ you a quarter of those sweets."
William gasped. The offer was almost too munificent to be true.
"I"ll do _anythin"_ for that," he said simply.
"Well, just stay in the shop till my nephew Bill comes. "E"ll be "ere in two shakes an" I"ll miss my train if I don"t go now. "E"s goin" to keep the shop for me till I"m back an" "e"ll be "ere any minute now. Jus"
tell "im I "ad to run for to catch my train an" if anyone comes into the shop before "e comes jus" tell "em to wait or to come back later. You can weigh yourself a quarter o" those sweets."
Mr. Moss was certainly in a holiday mood. William pinched himself just to make sure that he was still alive and had not been translated suddenly to the realms of the blest.
Mr. Moss, with a last anxious glance at his watch, hurried off in the direction of the station.
William was left alone. He spent a few moments indulging in roseate day dreams. The ideal of his childhood--perhaps of everyone"s childhood--was realised. He had a sweet-shop. He walked round the shop with a conscious swagger, pausing to pop into his mouth a b.u.t.ter Ball--composed, as the label stated, of pure farm cream and best b.u.t.ter. It was all his--all those rows and rows of gleaming bottles of sweets of every size and colour, those boxes and boxes of attractively arranged chocolates.
Deliberately he imagined himself as their owner. By the time he had walked round the shop three times he believed that he was the owner.
At this point a small boy appeared in the doorway. William scowled at him.
"Well," he said ungraciously, "what d"you want?" Then, suddenly remembering his resolution, "_Please_ what d"you want?"
"Where"s Uncle?" said the small boy with equal ungraciousness. ""Cause our Bill"s ill an" can"t come."
William waved him off.
"That"s all right," he said. "You tell "em that"s all right. That"s quite all right. See? Now, you go off!"
The small boy stood, as though rooted to the spot. William pressed into one of his hands a stick of liquorice and into the other a packet of chocolate.
"Now, you go _away_! I don"t _want_ you here. See? You _go away_ you little--a.s.sified cow!"
William"s invective was often wholly original.
The small boy made off, still staring and clutching his spoils. William started to the door and yelled to the retreating figure, "if you don"t mind me sayin" so."
He had already come to look upon the Resolution as a kind of G.o.d who must at all costs be propitiated. Already the Resolution seemed to have bestowed upon him the dream of his life--a fully-equipped sweet-shop.
He wandered round again and discovered a wholly new sweetmeat called c.o.kernut Kisses. Its only drawback was its instability. It melted away in the mouth at once. So much so that almost before William was aware of it he was confronted by the empty box. He returned to the more solid charms of the Pineapple Crisp.
He was interrupted by the entrance of a thin lady of uncertain age.
"Good morning," she said icily. "Where"s Mr. Moss?"