CHAPTER IV. THE FALL OF THE IDOL
William was bored. He sat at his desk in the sunny schoolroom and gazed dispassionately 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 mo
