Good steady work

In December 1940 Mom was eleven years old and in Std 4. She won a book prize for 'Good steady work'. And how jolly pleased I am that she did, because her book prize introduced me to the wonderful world of William.

I loved William when I was ten or eleven (as he is, forever) and I love him now. William roams about his 1930s English village, completely unfettered by social niceties. His older sister and brother are terrified by his endless capacity to embarrass them. His teachers try to subdue him but in true hero spirit, William overcomes all attempts to make him polite, clean or amenable.

The books still make me laugh out loud. Thanks, Mom.