FIREWORKS STRICTLY PROHIBITED 165
" Let's save up," suggested Ginger. " Let's start savin' up at once."
This suggestion roused very little enthusiasm. Henry's pocket-money had been stopped indefinitely to pay for a broken window. Douglas was, under strict parental supervision, saving up to buy a birthday present for his godmother (his resentment at this was made more bitter by the fact that his godmother's last birthday present to him had been a copy of " Pilgrim's Progress "). Robert, William's elder brother, was receiving weekly so large a proportion of William's pocket-money in payment for a pocket compass of his that William had " borrowed " and lost that it didn't seem worth while to do anything with the residuum but spend it on sweets. And Ginger, despite his suggestion of saving, was one of those unfortunates who never have any money. It didn't matter whether he received his pocket-money or not. He never had any money. Near to the front gate of his house there was a little shop where lollipops and darts and squibs and toy pistols were sold, and if there was any money at all in his pocket Ginger could never pass this shop without going in.
Hence the lack of enthusiasm with which William's suggestion was received.
What about makin' some ? " said Ginger tentatively.
" We tried that last year," said William gloomily, " don' you remember ? "
" Yes," said Ginger slowly, " I remember. They said that when they heard the bang they thought we were all killed an' you'd 've thought by the way they went on at us when they found we weren't that they'd wanted us to be."
" We'd better not do it again," said Henry. " It was fun, but it was such a trouble gettin' the gunpowder an' it wasn't the right sort when we got it. It cun't 've been the right sort, 'cause we did it jus'