Just William

Chapter 11

CHAPTER IV

THE FALL OF THE IDOL

William was bored. He sat at his desk in the sunny schoolroom and gazed dispa.s.sionately at a row of figures on the blackboard.

"It isn"t _sense_," he murmured scornfully.

Miss Drew was also bored, but, unlike William, she tried to hide the fact.

"If the interest on a hundred pounds for one year is five pounds," she said wearily, then, "William Brown, do sit up and don"t look so stupid!"

William changed his position from that of lolling over one side of his desk to that of lolling over the other, and began to justify himself.

"Well, I can"t unner_stand_ any of it. It"s enough to make anyone look stupid when he can"t unner_stand_ any of it. I can"t think why people go on givin" people bits of money for givin" "em lots of money and go on an" on doin" it. It dun"t seem sense. Anyone"s a mug for givin" anyone a hundred pounds just "cause he says he"ll go on givin" him five pounds and go on stickin" to his hundred pounds. How"s he to _know_ he will?

Well," he warmed to his subject, "what"s to stop him not givin" any five pounds once he"s got hold of the hundred pounds an" goin" on stickin"

to the hundred pounds----"

Miss Drew checked him by a slim, upraised hand.

"William," she said patiently, "just listen to me. Now suppose," her eyes roved round the room and settled on a small red-haired boy, "suppose that Eric wanted a hundred pounds for something and you lent it to him----"

"I wun"t lend Eric a hundred pounds," he said firmly, ""cause I ha"n"t got it. I"ve only got 3d., an" I wun"t lend that to Eric, "cause I"m not such a mug, "cause I lent him my mouth-organ once an" he bit a bit off an"----"

Miss Drew interrupted sharply. Teaching on a hot afternoon is rather trying.

"You"d better stay in after school, William, and I"ll explain."

William scowled, emitted his monosyllable of scornful disdain "Huh!" and relapsed into gloom.

He brightened, however, on remembering a lizard he had caught on the way to school, and drew it from its hiding-place in his pocket. But the lizard had abandoned the unequal struggle for existence among the stones, top, penknife, bits of putty, and other small objects that inhabited William"s pocket. The housing problem had been too much for it.

William in disgust shrouded the remains in blotting paper, and disposed of it in his neighbour"s ink-pot. The neighbour protested and an enlivening scrimmage ensued.

Finally the lizard was dropped down the neck of an inveterate enemy of William"s in the next row, and was extracted only with the help of obliging friends. Threats of vengeance followed, couched in blood-curdling terms, and written on blotting-paper.

Meanwhile Miss Drew explained Simple Practice to a small but earnest coterie of admirers in the front row. And William, in the back row, whiled away the hours for which his father paid the education authorities a substantial sum.

But his turn was to come.

At the end of afternoon school one by one the cla.s.s departed, leaving William only nonchalantly chewing an india-rubber and glaring at Miss Drew.

"Now, William."

Miss Drew was severely patient.

William went up to the platform and stood by her desk.

"You see, if someone borrows a hundred pounds from someone else----"

She wrote down the figures on a piece of paper, bending low over her desk. The sun poured in through the window, showing the little golden curls in the nape of her neck. She lifted to William eyes that were stern and frowning, but blue as blue above flushed cheeks.

"Don"t you _see_, William?" she said.

There was a faint perfume about her, and William the devil-may-care pirate and robber-chief, the stern despiser of all things effeminate, felt the first dart of the malicious blind G.o.d. He blushed and simpered.

"Yes, I see all about it now," he a.s.sured her. "You"ve explained it all plain now. I cudn"t unner_stand_ it before. It"s a bit soft--in"t it--anyway, to go lending hundred pounds about just "cause someone says they"ll give you five pounds next year. Some folks is mugs. But I do unner_stand_ now. I cudn"t unnerstand it before."

[Ill.u.s.tration: WILLIAM FELT THE FIRST DART OF THE LITTLE BLIND G.o.d. HE BLUSHED AND SIMPERED.]

"You"d have found it simpler if you hadn"t played with dead lizards all the time," she said wearily, closing her books.

William gasped.

He went home her devoted slave. Certain members of the cla.s.s always deposited dainty bouquets on her desk in the morning. William was determined to outshine the rest. He went into the garden with a large basket and a pair of scissors the next morning before he set out for school.

It happened that no one was about. He went first to the hothouse. It was a riot of colour. He worked there with a thoroughness and concentration worthy of a n.o.bler cause. He came out staggering beneath a piled-up basket of hothouse blooms. The hothouse itself was bare and desolate.

Hearing a sound in the back garden he hastily decided to delay no longer, but to set out to school at once. He set out as unostentatiously as possible.

Miss Drew, entering her cla.s.s-room, was aghast to see instead of the usual small array of b.u.t.tonholes on her desk, a ma.s.s of already withering hothouse flowers completely covering her desk and chair.

William was a boy who never did things by halves.

"Good Heavens!" she cried in consternation.

William blushed with pleasure.

He changed his seat to one in the front row. All that morning he sat, his eyes fixed on her earnestly, dreaming of moments in which he rescued her from robbers and pirates (here he was somewhat inconsistent with his own favourite _role_ of robber-chief and pirate), and bore her fainting in his strong arms to safety. Then she clung to him in love and grat.i.tude, and they were married at once by the Archbishops of Canterbury and York.

William would have no half-measures. They were to be married by the Archbishops of Canterbury and York, or else the Pope. He wasn"t sure that he wouldn"t rather have the Pope. He would wear his black pirate suit with the skull and cross-bones. No, that would not do----

"What have I just been saying, William?" said Miss Drew.

William coughed and gazed at her soulfully.

""Bout lendin" money?" he said, hopefully.

"William!" she snapped. "This isn"t an arithmetic lesson. I"m trying to teach you about the Armada."

"Oh, _that_!" said William brightly and ingratiatingly. "Oh, yes."

"Tell me something about it."

"I don"t _know_ anything--not jus" yet----"

"I"ve been _telling_ you about it. I do wish you"d listen," she said despairingly.

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