The Winslow Boy Page #3

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By the same token, I'm practically your

father, but if you will forgive me...

Certainly, sir.

Well Grace, I think this calls

for a little celebration.

Where are the keys to the cellar?

I'll get them for you, dear.

- Was it an ordeal?

- I was scared to death.

Poor darling.

The annoying thing was I had a lot of

neatly turned phrases ready for him...

and he wouldn't let me use them.

Anything about loving me a little?

I thought we could take that for granted.

So did your father,. incidentally.

Kate!

Ronnie!

- What on earth are you doing here?

- Where's father?

All right, all right, he's downstairs,

I'll find him.

- No, don't. Please, Kate, don't! - What's

the matter, darling? You're wet through.

- You'd better go and change.

- No!

What's the trouble, darling?

You can tell me.

- Oh, shall I...?

- In the dining room.

Now, darling, tell me..

What is it?

Have you run away?

What is it then?

This letter's addressed to your father.

Did you open it?

- Yes.

- You shouldn't' have done that.

I was going to tear it up.

Then I didn't know what to do.

- I didn't do it, Kate...

- Really I didn't.

Of course not, darling.

- Shall we tear it up now?

- No, darling.

We could tell father term

ended two days sooner.

No, dear.

Hullo, Ronnie, old lad. How's everything?

Trouble?

I'm sorry.

Stay here with him. I'll find mother.

All right.

What's up old chap?

- Nothing.

- Come on, you can tell me.

It's all right.

Have you been sacked?

Bad luck. What for?

Stealing.

- Good lord! I didn't know they sacked

chaps for that these days. - But...

At school we used to pinch everything we could

jolly well lay our hands on, all of us.

I remember there was one chap - Carstairs his name

was - captain of cricket, believe it or not...

absolutely nothing was safe

with him - nothing at all.

Pinched a squash racquet

of mine once, I remember.

Believe me, old chap, pinching's nothing.

Nothing at all.

- There darling! It's all right now.

- I didn't do it mother.

No darling. Of course you didn't.

We'll get out of these nasty

wet clothes now, shall we?

- You won't tell father. Promise you won't! - No

darling. Not yet. I promise. Come along now.

- I didn't do it. I promise you.

- Of course you didn't.

- If father looks like coming up, for heaven's

sake head him off. - I'll watch out for him.

I say - who's going to break the news to him

eventually? I mean, someone'll have to.

- Don't let's worry about that now.

- Well you can count me out..

I don't want to be within a

thousand miles of that explosion.

Bad news?

How can people be so cruel?

Has he been expelled?

How little imagination some people have.

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