‘Now we’ve gotter right news,’ said William cheerfully. William sat,

moustached and wigged, at the biggest packing-case, 

‘But there isn’t any news,’ objected Henry, ‘nothin’s happened ‘cept rain.’

‘Well, say it’s been rainin’ then,’ said Douglas encouragingly.

‘You can’t fill a newspaper with sayin’ it’s rainin’,’ said Henry.

‘Newspapers don’ always say news,’ contributed Ginger with an air of deep

wisdom, ‘they — sort of say what they sort of — think of things.’

‘What sort of things?’ said Henry.

‘They sort of write about things they don’t like,’ said Ginger rather vaguely,

‘an’ about the people doin’ things they don’t like.’

William brightened.

‘We could easily do that,’ he said.

—Richmal Crompton, William in Trouble