Mossy Trotter5 - 8 Fiction
We – that is, Herbert and I – want you, Mossy, to be our page-boy,’ Miss Silkin said, staring hard at Mossy again, as if she were trying to imagine him dressed up, and with his hair combed.
Mossy went very red, and nearly choked on a piece of cake, and Selwyn laughed, and went on laughing, as if he had just heard the funniest joke of all his life. They both knew what being a page-boy meant. One of the boys at school – one of the very youngest ones – had had to be one, wearing velvet trousers and a frilled blouse.’When Mossy moves to the country, life is full of delights – trees to climb, woods to explore and, best of all, the marvellous dump to rummage through.
But every now and then his happiness is disturbed – chiefly by his mother’s meddling friend, Miss Silkin. And a dreaded event casts a shadow over even the sunniest of days