He slowly unclenched a smutty fist and revealed three separate shillings.
"I won um myself," he explained.
"Is it highway robbery ?" asked his mother with horrified eyes.
"Archibald, have you stopped a coach, or held up a bus or anything of the kind ?" The child unclenched his hand again, beamed on his prize, smiled knowingly at the world, and shut it.
"What has the dreadful boy been after?
Oh, tell me, George, please.

I will try to bear it." "We fell in with a Sunday-school picnic along in the glen, and Archie made me take him there.

And he had tea--I hope the little chap won't be ill, by the by.

And he made a speech or a recitation or something of the sort.

Nobody understood it, but it went down like anything." "And do you mean to say that the people gave him money, and you allowed him to take it ?" asked an outraged mother.
"He won it," said George.