William answered as well as the presence of five sweets in his mouth would allow him.
"I can"t hear a word you say," she said--more frigidly than ever.
William removed two of his five sweets and placed them temporarily on the scale.
"Gone," he said laconically, then murmured vaguely, "thank you," as the thought of the Resolution loomed up in his mind.
"Who"s in charge?"
"Me," said William ungrammatically.
She looked at him with distinct disapproval.
"Well, I"ll have one of those bars of chocolates."
William looking round the shop, realised suddenly that his own depredations had been on no small scale. But there was a chance of making good any loss that Mr. Moss might otherwise have sustained.
He looked down at the twopenny bars.
"Shillin" each," he said firmly.
She gasped.
"They were only twopence yesterday."
"They"re gone up since," said William brazenly, adding a vague, "if you"ll kin"ly "scuse me sayin" so."
"Gone up----?" she repeated indignantly.
"Have you heard from the makers they"re gone up?"
"Yes"m," said William politely.
"When did you hear?"
"This mornin"--if you don"t mind me saying so."
William"s manner of fulsome politeness seemed to madden her.
"Did you hear by post?"
"Yes"m. By post this mornin"."
She glared at him with vindictive triumph.
"I happen to live opposite, you wicked, lying boy, and I know that the postman did not call here this morning."
William met her eye calmly.
"No, they came round to see me in the night--the makers did. You cou"n"t of heard them," he added hastily. "It was when you was asleep. If you"ll "scuse me contradictin" of you."
It is a great gift to be able to lie so as to convince other people. It is a still greater gift to be able to lie so as to convince oneself.
William was possessed of the latter gift.
"I shall certainly not pay more than twopence," said his customer severely, taking a bar of chocolate and laying down twopence on the counter. "And I shall report this shop to the Profiteering Committee.
It"s scandalous. And a pack of wicked lies!"
William scowled at her.
"They"re a _shillin"_," he said. "I don"t want your nasty ole tuppences.
I said they was a _shillin"_."
He followed her to the door. She was crossing the street to her house.
"You--you ole _thief_!" he yelled after her, though, true to his Resolution, he added softly with dogged determination, "if you don"t mind me sayin" so."
"I"ll set the police on you," his late customer shouted angrily back across the street. "You wicked, blasphemous boy!"
William put out his tongue at her, then returned to the shop and closed the door.
Here he discovered that the door, when opened, rang a bell, and, after filling his mouth with Liquorice All Sorts, he spent the next five minutes vigorously opening and shutting the door till something went wrong with the mechanism of the bell. At this he fortified himself with a course of Nutty Footb.a.l.l.s and, standing on a chair, began ruthlessly to dismember the bell. He was disturbed by the entry of another customer. Swallowing a Nutty Football whole, he hastened to his post behind the counter.
The newcomer was a little girl of about nine--a very dainty little girl, dressed in a white fur coat and cap and long white gaiters. Her hair fell in golden curls over her white fur shoulders. Her eyes were blue.
Her cheeks were velvety and rosy. Her mouth was like a baby"s. William had seen this vision on various occasions in the town, but had never yet addressed it. Whenever he had seen it, his heart in the midst of his body had been even as melting wax. He smiled--a self-conscious, sheepish smile. His freckled face blushed to the roots of his short stubby hair.
She seemed to find nothing odd in the fact of a small boy being in charge of a sweet-shop. She came up to the counter.
"Please, I want two twopenny bars of chocolate."
Her voice was very clear and silvery.
Ecstasy rendered William speechless. His smile grew wider and more foolish. Seeing his two half-sucked Pineapple Crisps exposed upon the scales, he hastily put them into his mouth.
She laid four pennies on the counter.
William found his voice.
"You can have lots for that," he said huskily. "They"ve gone cheap.
They"ve gone ever so cheap. You can take all the boxful for that," he went on recklessly. He pressed the box into her reluctant hands.
"An"--what else would you like? You jus" tell me that. Tell me what else you"d like?"
"Please, I haven"t any more money," gasped a small, bewildered voice.
"_Money_ don"t matter," said William. "Things is cheap to-day. Things is awful cheap to-day. _Awful_ cheap! You can have--anythin" you like for that fourpence. Anythin" you like."
""Cause it"s New Year"s Day?" said the vision, with a gleam of understanding.
"Yes," said William, ""cause it"s that."
"Is it your shop?"