CHAPTER X. WILLIAM’S NEW YEAR’S DAY
William went whistling down the street, his hands in his pockets. William’s whistle was more penetrating than melodious. Sensitive people fled shuddering at the sound. The proprietor of the sweet-shop, however, was not sensitive. He nodded affably as William passed. William was a regular customer of his—as regular, that is, as a wholly inadequate allowance would permit. Encouraged William paused at the doorway and ceased to whistle.
“’ Ullo, Mr. Moss!” he said.
“’ Ullo, William!” said Mr. Moss.
“ Anythin’ cheap to-day?” went on William hopefully.
Mr. Moss shook his head.
“ Twopence an ounce cheapest,” he said.
William sighed.
“ That’s awful dear ,” he said.
“ What isn’t dear? Tell me that. What isn’t dear?” said Mr. Moss lugu
