Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased. Book belongs to box filled in.
"That's the last thing I ever do for missionaries," said William. "I don't wonder the savages eat them."
William had been trying to raise money for the vicar's wife's Good Cause. But his homemade ginger beer exploded - and his attempt to sell the Outlaw's hair for five pounds was a dismal failture.
He decides insted to become a tramp, and to raise the 'entrance fee' he sells photographs of his sister Ethel's ex-boyfriends. The boyfriends are horrified - but William and the Outlowas are too busy feasting on cream blodges to wonder why. After all, for William, it's simply one of his many Crowded Hours ...
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