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Now, why had he asked her to come along? Oh, yes . . . she was sensible, more or less, and did her grandfather's books and, frankly, William didn't meet many literate people. He met the sort to whom a pen was a piece of difficult machinery. If she knew what an apostrophe was, he could put up with the fact that she acted as if she was living in a previous century.
'Is this your office now?' she whispered.
'I suppose so.'
'You didn't tell me about the dwarfs!'
'Do you mind?'
'Oh, no. Dwarfs are very law-abiding and respectable, in my experience.'
William now realized that he was talking to a girl who had never been in certain streets when the bars were closing.
'I've already got two good items for you,' Sacharissa went on, as if imparting state secrets.
'Er . . . yes?'
'My grandfather says this is the longest, coldest winter he can remember.'
'Yes?'
'Well, he's eighty. That's a long time.'
'Oh.'
'And the meeting of the Dolly Sisters' Baking and Flower Circle Annual Competition had to be abandoned last night because the cake table got knocked over. I found out all about it from the secretary, and I've written it all down neatly.'
'Oh? Um. Is that really interesting, do you think?'
She handed him a page torn from a cheap exercise book.
He read: ' "The Dolly Sisters' Baking and Flower Circle Annual Competition was held in the Reading Room in Lobbin Clout Street, Dolly Sisters. Mrs H. Rivers was the President. She welcomed all members and commented on the Sumptuous Offerings. Prizes were awarded as follows.'
William ran his eye down the meticulous list of names and awards.
' "Specimen in Jar"?' he queried.
'That was the competition for dahlias,' said Sacharissa.
William carefully inserted the word 'dahlia' after the word 'specimen', and read on.
' "A fine display of Loose Stool Covers"?'
'Well?'
'Oh . . . nothing.' William carefully changed this to 'Loose Covers for stools', which was barely an improvement, and continued to read with the air of a jungle explorer who might expect any kind of exotic beast to spring out of the peaceful undergrowth. The story concluded:
' "However, everyone's Spirits were Dampened when a naked man, hotly pursued by Members of the Watch, burst through the Window and ran around the Room, causing much Disarray of the Tarts before being Apprehended by the Trifles. The meeting closed at 9 p.m. Mrs Rivers thanked all Members."'
'What do you think?' said Sacharissa, with just a hint of nervousness.
'You know,' said William, in a sort of distant voice, 'I think it is quite likely that it would be impossible to improve this piece in any way. Um . . . what would you say was the most important thing that happened at the meeting?'
Her hand flew to her mouth in dismay. 'Oh, yes! I forgot to put that in! Mrs Flatter won first prize for her sponge! She's been runner-up for six years, too.'
William stared at the wall. 'Well done,' he said.
'Is this your office now?' she whispered.
'I suppose so.'
'You didn't tell me about the dwarfs!'
'Do you mind?'
'Oh, no. Dwarfs are very law-abiding and respectable, in my experience.'
William now realized that he was talking to a girl who had never been in certain streets when the bars were closing.
'I've already got two good items for you,' Sacharissa went on, as if imparting state secrets.
'Er . . . yes?'
'My grandfather says this is the longest, coldest winter he can remember.'
'Yes?'
'Well, he's eighty. That's a long time.'
'Oh.'
'And the meeting of the Dolly Sisters' Baking and Flower Circle Annual Competition had to be abandoned last night because the cake table got knocked over. I found out all about it from the secretary, and I've written it all down neatly.'
'Oh? Um. Is that really interesting, do you think?'
She handed him a page torn from a cheap exercise book.
He read: ' "The Dolly Sisters' Baking and Flower Circle Annual Competition was held in the Reading Room in Lobbin Clout Street, Dolly Sisters. Mrs H. Rivers was the President. She welcomed all members and commented on the Sumptuous Offerings. Prizes were awarded as follows.'
William ran his eye down the meticulous list of names and awards.
' "Specimen in Jar"?' he queried.
'That was the competition for dahlias,' said Sacharissa.
William carefully inserted the word 'dahlia' after the word 'specimen', and read on.
' "A fine display of Loose Stool Covers"?'
'Well?'
'Oh . . . nothing.' William carefully changed this to 'Loose Covers for stools', which was barely an improvement, and continued to read with the air of a jungle explorer who might expect any kind of exotic beast to spring out of the peaceful undergrowth. The story concluded:
' "However, everyone's Spirits were Dampened when a naked man, hotly pursued by Members of the Watch, burst through the Window and ran around the Room, causing much Disarray of the Tarts before being Apprehended by the Trifles. The meeting closed at 9 p.m. Mrs Rivers thanked all Members."'
'What do you think?' said Sacharissa, with just a hint of nervousness.
'You know,' said William, in a sort of distant voice, 'I think it is quite likely that it would be impossible to improve this piece in any way. Um . . . what would you say was the most important thing that happened at the meeting?'
Her hand flew to her mouth in dismay. 'Oh, yes! I forgot to put that in! Mrs Flatter won first prize for her sponge! She's been runner-up for six years, too.'
William stared at the wall. 'Well done,' he said.