"Brike it open," suggested one.
"Better not."
"Per"aps the key"s insoide," suggested another brightly.
William had one of his brilliant ideas.
"Tell you what I"ll do," he said eagerly and importantly. "I"ll climb up to the roof an" get down the chimney an" open it from the inside."
They greeted the proposal with guffaws.
They did not know William.
It was growing dusk when Mrs. Brown and Ethel and the second van load appeared.
"What is that on the gate?" said Ethel, stooping to examine the part of Jumble"s coat that brightened up the dulness of the black paint.
"It"s that _dog_!" she said.
Then came a ghost-like cry, apparently from the heavens.
"Mother!"
Mrs. Brown raised a startled countenance to the skies. There seemed to be nothing in the skies that could have addressed her.
Then she suddenly saw a small face peering down over the coping of the roof. It was a face that was very frightened, under a superficial covering of soot. It was William"s face.
"I can"t get down," it said hoa.r.s.ely.
Mrs. Brown"s heart stood still.
"Stay where you are, William," she said faintly. "Don"t _move_."
The entire staff of removers was summoned. A ladder was borrowed from a neighbouring garden and found to be too short. Another was fetched and fastened to it. William, at his dizzy height, was growing irritable.
"I can"t stay up here for _ever_," he said severely.
At last he was rescued by his friend Mr. Blake and brought down to safety. His account was confused.
"I wanted to _help_. I wanted to open that door for "em, so I climbed up by the scullery roof, an" the ivy, an" the drain-pipe, an" I tried to get down the chimney. I didn"t know which one it was, but I tried "em all an" they were all too little, an" I tried to get down by the ivy again but I couldn"t, so I waited till you came an" hollered out.
I wasn"t scared," he said, fixing them with a stern eye. "I wasn"t scared a bit. I jus" wanted to get down. An" this ole black chimney stuff tastes beastly. No, I"m all right," he ended, in answer to tender inquiries. "I"ll go on helpin"."
He was with difficulty persuaded to retire to bed at a slightly earlier hour than usual.
"Well," he confessed, "I"m a bit tired with helpin" all day."
Soon after he had gone Mr. Brown and Robert arrived.
"And how have things gone to-day?" said Mr. Brown cheerfully.
"Thank heaven William goes to school to-morrow," said Ethel devoutly.
Upstairs in his room William was studying himself in the gla.s.s--torn jersey, paint-stained trousers, blackened face.
"Well," he said with a deep sigh of satisfaction, "I guess I"ve jolly well _helped_ to-day!"
CHAPTER XI
WILLIAM AND THE SMUGGLER
William"s family were going to the seaside for February. It was not an ideal month for the seaside, but William"s father"s doctor had ordered him a complete rest and change.
"We shall have to take William with us, you know," his wife had said as they discussed plans.
"Good heavens!" groaned Mr. Brown. "I thought it was to be a _rest_ cure."
"Yes, but you know what he is," his wife urged. "I daren"t leave him with anyone. Certainly not with Ethel. We shall have to take them both. Ethel will help with him."
Ethel was William"s grown-up sister.
"All right," agreed her husband finally. "You can take all responsibility. I formally disown him from now till we get back. I don"t care _what_ trouble he lands you in. You know what he is and you deliberately take him away with me on a rest cure!"
"It can"t be helped dear," said his wife mildly.
William was thrilled by the news. It was several years since he had been at the seaside.
"Will I be able to go swimmin"?"
"It _won"t_ be too cold! Well, if I wrap up warm, will I be able to go swimmin"?"
"Can I catch fishes?"
"Are there lots of smugglers smugglin" there?"
"Well, I"m only _askin"_, you needn"t get mad!"
One afternoon Mrs. Brown missed her best silver tray and searched the house high and low for it wildly, while dark suspicions of each servant in turn arose in her usually unsuspicious breast.
It was finally discovered in the garden. William had dug a large hole in one of the garden beds. Into the bottom of this he had fitted the tray and had lined the sides with bricks. He had then filled it with water, and taking off his shoes and stockings stepped up and down his narrow pool. He was distinctly aggrieved by Mrs. Brown"s reproaches.
"Well, I was practisin" paddlin", ready for goin" to the seaside. I didn"t _mean_ to rune your tray. You talk as if I _meant_ to rune your tray. I was only practisin" paddlin"."
At last the day of departure arrived. William was instructed to put his things ready on his bed, and his mother would then come and pack for him. He summoned her proudly over the bal.u.s.ters after about twenty minutes.