Category: Humour
"And every week you opened your hoard Of truthful and tasteful tales-- How you sat on the knees of the Laureate Lord, How you danced with the Prince of Wales-- And we knew that the Sunday Times had scored In Literature and Sales."
"Is that all?" I said. "A man did enter that way a few minutes ago, but it was not a burglar. It was Master Edward, Mrs. Pettifer's eldest son. He'd lost his latch-key--he's alw...
3. Chapter 3Naturally, we had to suffer from the jealousy and malice of those who had not been asked to join us, and a rumour even was spread abroad that we played bridge for sixpence a hun...
2. Chapter 2However, he must have been ashamed of himself, for two days later he sub-let his part of the floor in one of the rooms at the Warren to an Irish family. If he was not ashamed, h...
1. Chapter 1"And every week you opened your hoard Of truthful and tasteful tales-- How you sat on the knees of the Laureate Lord, How you danced with the Prince of Wales-- And we knew that...
5. Chapter 5"Never seen a real leader-writer?" I should say. "They're plentiful locally, but mostly come out at night, and so many people miss them. It is not of the least use to put treacl...