Excerpt: ... her. "I want William Brown to hold the queen's train," said Miss Dewhurst. "Me?" ejaculated William in horror. "D'you mean me?" "Yes, dear. It's a great honour to be asked to hold little Queen Evangeline's train. I'm sure you feel very proud. You must be her little courtier." "Huh!" said William, transferring his scowl to Miss Dewhurst. Evangeline beamed. She wanted William's admiration. William was the only boy in the form who was not her slave. She smiled at William sweetly. "I'm not good at holdin' trains," said William. "I don't like holdin' trains. I've never bin taught 'bout holdin' trains. I might do it wrong on the day an' spoil it all. I shan't like to spoil it all," he added virtuously. "Oh, we'll have heaps of practices," said Miss Dewhurst brightly. As he was going Bettine pressed a small apple into his hand. "A present for you," she murmured. "I saved it from my dinner." He was touched. "I'll give you somethin' to-morrow," he said, adding hastily, "if I can find anythin'." They stood in silence till he had finished his apple. "I've left a lot on the core," he said in a tone of unusual politeness, handing it to her, "would you like to finish it?" "No, thank you. William, you'll look so nice holding her train." "I don't want to, an' I bet I won't! You don't know the things I can do," he said darkly. "Oh, William!" she gasped in awe and admiration. "I'd hold your train if you was goin' to be queen," he volunteered. "I wouldn't want you to hold my train," she said earnestly. "I'd-I'd-I'd want you to be May King with me." "Yes. Why don't they have May Kings?" said William, stung by this insult to his sex. "Why shouldn't there be a May King?" "I speck they do, really, only p'raps Miss Dewhurst doesn't know abut it." "Well, it doesn't seem sense not having May Kings, does it? I wun't mind bein' May King if you was May Queen." The rehearsal was, on the whole, a failure. "William Brown, don't hold the train so high. No, not quite...