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William. It was growing dusk when Mrs. Brown and Ethel and the second van load appeared. "What is that on the gate?" said Ethel, stooping to examine the part of Jumble's coat that brightened up the dulness of the black paint. "It's that _dog_!" she said. Then came a ghost-like cry, apparently from the heavens. "Mother!" Mrs. Brown raised a startled countenance to the skies. There seemed to be nothing in the skies that could have addressed her. Then she suddenly saw a small face peering down over the coping of the roof. It was a face that was very frightened, under a superficial covering of soot. It was William's face. "I can't get down," it said hoarsely. Mrs. Brown's heart stood still. "Stay where you are, William," she said faintly. "Don't _move_." The entire staff of removers was summoned. A ladder was borrowed from a neighbouring garden and found to be too short. Another was fetched and fastened to it. William, at his dizzy height, was growing irritable. "I can't stay up here for _ever_," he said severely. At last he was rescued by his friend Mr. Blake and brought down to safety. His account was confused. "I wanted to _help_. I wanted to open that door for 'em, so I climbed up by the scullery roof, an' the ivy, an' the drain-pipe, an' I tried to get down the chimney. I didn't know which one it was, but I tried 'em all an' they were all too little, an' I tried to get down by the ivy again but I couldn't, so I waited till you came an' hollered out. I wasn't scared," he said, fixing them with a stern eye. "I wasn't scared a bit. I jus' wanted to get down. An' this ole black chimney stuff tastes beastly. No, I'm all right," he ended, in answer to tender inquiries. "I'll go on helpin'." He was with difficulty persuaded to retire to bed at a slightly earlier hour than usual. "Well," he confessed, "I'm a bit tired with helpin' all day." Soon after he had gone Mr. Brown and Robert arrived. "And how have things gone to-day?" said Mr. Brown cheerfully. "Thank heaven William goes to school to-morrow," said Ethel devoutly. Upstairs in his room William was studying himself in the glass--torn jersey, paint-stained trousers, blackened face. "Well," he said with a deep sigh of satisfaction, "I guess I've jolly well _helped_ to-day!" CHAPTER XI WILLIAM AND THE SMUGGLER William's family were going to the seaside for February. It was not an ideal month for the seaside, b
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