William drew from his pocket a grimy piece of paper already worn to shreds from its sojourn in his pocket.
I did so enjoy being a waxwork in your sho and its luvly that they've sent me to a hording scule. Mother had a nurvus brakedown when she saw the foto, to late to stop it in the papers, an is stil having it. I luv being at bording scule.
" She did it jolly well," said Ginger.
" An' I did her thing jolly well too," said William complacently, " talkin' to that woman an' havin my photo taken an' lookin' soppy."
" Huh ! " said Ginger. I'd like to've seen you. I bet you looked jolly funny."
" I looked all right," said William coldly.
He went indoors to the drawing-room where his mother sat with Ethel idly turning over the pages of an illustrated paper.
"Look at this," she was saying: "'Miss Clarice Verney, the actress, with her beautiful little daughter Rosemary, who is wearing the Mary Queen of Scots costume she wore in the children's tableaux in London.' They were at The Hall for a short time, you know, but I never saw them. Now," handing the paper to Ethel, " would you call her a pretty child ? Of course these newspaper photographs don't do anyone justice, but to my mind she's downright plain."
Ethel took the paper and studied it.
" Awful," she commented at last, " and what a queer erection on her head. It isn't at all the sort of head-dress I'd have thought suited the costume at all."