WILLIAM AND THE PRIZE PIG 233
" An' wash an' brush your hair a lot an' that sort of thing," supplemented Ginger.
William surveyed the prospect of this existence without enthusiasm.
" You can't do nothin' but that," he protested. " There's twenty-four hours in a day. You can't wash an' brush your hair for twenty-four hours. You'd prob'ly get some disease, if you did."
" You can sit quiet an' read a book," said Ginger.
William threw him a glance of dark suspicion, but Ginger's face was a face of shining innocence devoid of mockery.
"I've read all the books I want to read," said William tersely. " No, I'll just go for quiet walks between washin' my face an' brushin' my hair an' such-like. I'll jus' go for quiet walks with you. He can't mind that, can he ? "
The Outlaws agreed that he couldn't and were relieved by William's decision. For the prospect of taking their walks abroad without William had been a de≠pressing one and they preferred even a lawful expedition with William to a lawless expedition without him. Moreover, there would be all the attraction of novelty about a William bent upon lawful purposes only, a William taking a quiet walking between washing his face and brushing his hair.
" Yes, that'll be all right," said William, his spirits rising. " I'll jus' do thatójus' take a quiet walk in between keepin' myself tidy. I'd better do that 'cause of gettin' a little fresh air. They say people die what don't get any fresh air an' I shun't like to die before I've been to the pantomime. Wun't be fair on him, either," he added virtuously, " now he's bought the tickets."
So the Outlaws met as usual at the corner of the road the next morning and set off for the quiet walk whose object was to provide William with the fresh air and