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Episode 1 : William The Spy

Episode 1 : William The Spy

"It's unlike any other in the world," stammered Robert, ecstatic. "You just can't describe it. No one could!"

His mother continued to curse his socks and made no comment.

Only Guglielmo, her younger brother, was interested in her.

"How is it different from the others?" he asked. "Is she blind or lame or something?" »

Robert turned to him angrily.

"Oh, go play trains!" he said. "A child like you cannot understand anything."

William retired with dignity to the window, and listened, with equal interest, to the rest of the conversation.

"Yes, but who is it, dear?" asked his mother. "Robert, I don't understand how you got these big holes in your heels! »

Robert ran his hands through his hair frantically. "I'll tell you who it was, mother," he said. I haven't stopped talking since I entered the room. »

"Yes, I know, love, but you didn't say her name or anything about her. "Well," said Robert with superhuman patience, "she's a Miss Cannone and she lives with the Clives and I met her with the Mrs. Clive this morning and she introduced me and she is the most beautiful I have ever seen.

"Yes," said Mrs. Brown hastily, "you have told me everything."

"Well," continued Robert fascinated, "we should invite him to you." I know I can't get married yet - not while I'm still in college - but I can get to know him. I don't think she was looking at me. She is far above me - far above everyone. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You can't imagine. You wouldn't believe me if I described it to you. No one could describe it. She—” Mrs. Brown cut him off hastily. "I will ask Mrs. Clive to bring it one afternoon." I have no more blue fur, Robert. I wish your socks are not different colors. I'm going to use purple. It is only on the heel, it will not show. »

Robert screamed in terror.

"You can't, mother. How do you know that you can't see it? And even if it wasn't obvious, just thinking about it... It's... it's a crisis in my life now that I've met him .I can't feel funny."

"I say so," William said wordlessly. "Are you very kind to him?"

"William, don't use such vulgar expressions," said Mrs. Brown. "Robert is just a friendly interest to her, isn't he, Robert?" »

"Friendly interest!" Robert complained in despair. "No one tries to understand how I feel. After all I told you about her, and that she is the most beautiful girl I ever saw, and that she is far above me and anyone else, and you think that I I feel a "friendly interest" in her. It is the only great passion of my life!

"Well," interjected Mrs. Brown softly, "I called Mrs. Brown." "Go to Clive and ask him if he will do anything tomorrow afternoon."

The young tragic face of Robert lit up, then he stopped thinking, and a cloud of concern surrounded him.

"Ellen, I can iron my brown pants tonight, can't I?" And mom, can you bring me socks and a tie before tomorrow? Blue, I think - a bright blue, you know, not too bright, but not so bright that you wouldn't notice. I wish freedom was worthy. You know, a man's necklace should shine when he's young. They never shine. Better buy a new one for tomorrow. Appearance is so important. She... people judge you by your looks. They…”

Mrs. Brown puts her work aside.

"I'm going to call Mrs. Clive now," he said.

When she returned, Guglielmo was gone, and Rupert was standing by the window, his face pale with suspense, and a Napoleonic brow on his forehead. "Mrs. Clive can't come," announced Mrs. Brown in her comforting voice, "but Miss Cannon is coming alone." It seems she has already met Ethel. So you don't have to worry anymore, dear. »

Robert let out a sardonic laugh. "Worry!" he said, there is always cause for concern. And William? »

"And him?"

"Well, can't you go somewhere tomorrow?" Things never go well when William is around. You know it's not like that. »

"The poor boy must have tea with us, dear. He'll be very wise, I'm sure." Ethel will be home and help you. I tell William not to worry. I'm sure he'll be fine.

William had received precise instructions. He was not to come into the house until the tea-bell rang, and he was to go out and play in the garden immediately after tea. He was very willing to respect them. He was delighted with the idea of seeing Robert in the role of the loving hero. He took the situation very seriously. He was in the garden when the visitor came in the street. He had been told not to disturb her visit, so he walked quietly forward and watched her through the rhododendron bushes. This way of doing it was also suited to his character at that time, which was that of an Indian leader.

Miss Cannon was certainly beautiful. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and dimples that went back and forth on his rosy cheeks. She was dressed in white and carried an umbrella. She walked down the path without looking left or right until a slight movement in the trees caught her attention. He immediately turned to see the face of a boy, smeared with burnt cork and covered with chicken feathers tied with ribbons. Dimples appear.

"Congratulations, great chief!" she said. William looked at him. Such intelligence from an adult was unusual.

Mrs. Cannone, holding an umbrella, sees Guglielmo in the bushes. "Hail, O GREAT LEADER! she said. "Red Hand Chief," he replied menacingly.

He bowed deeply, his brown eyes shining with joy.

"And what death awaits the poor white face who fell defenseless into their hands?"

"You had better come quietly to my wigwam and watch," said Red Hand briskly.