English fiction -- 20th century; English wit and humor; Humorous stories, English; Short stories, English; Sports stories
Good-bye. Don't forget I am going to play for you. Would it be side
to wear flannels? White boots would be a bit lofty, anyhow. Then I
shall wear one brown pad on the right leg.
VII
DEAR CHARLES,--Many thanks for your letter. Don't side just because
you get up at six o'clock, and feed the cow, or shave the goat, or
whatever it is. Other people get up early too. For the last few
weeks I have sprung out of bed at seven-thirty. (I always "spring"
out--it is so much more classy.) But I doubt if I can keep it up.
The truth is that I have just made an unhappy discovery. I was under
the impression that my man's name was Turley; I should say my third
of a man, because I share with him two others, but anyhow I thought
his whole name was Turley. So I used to write nice little notes,
beginning, "If you're waking, call me, Turley," and leave them about
for him. He invariably woke at seven and read them--and came and
called me, mother dear. Of course I had to get up. Well, I have now
heard that his name is really Holland, which makes all the
difference. It would be absurd to write him any more notes of that
kind. My one satisfaction is that I can claim to own a third of
Holland, which is about 4000 square miles. Multiply that by 640 and
you get it in acres. Altogether the landowner.
Moreover, Charles, my lad, you are not the one person who knows
things about animals. You may be on terms of familiarity with the
cow and the goat, but these are not the only beasts. What
acquaintance, for example, have you with reptiles? The common
newt--do you know anything about _him_? No. Well, then, now I'll
tell you.
When I was seven and John was eight, we went to a naturalist's in
Hampstead to inquire the price of newts. They were threepence each,
not being quite in season. We bought sixpennyworth; the man put them
into a paper bag for us, and we took them up on the Heath to give
them a gallop. When we opened the bag we found _three_ newts inside.
It seemed impossible that the thing could have happened naturally, so
we went back to the shop to explain to the man that he had made a
mistake. However, he hadn't; he had merely given us one newt
discount. (Remember that when next you're buying them.) Well, we
returned to the Heath, and they showed their paces. Now the newt is
an amphibious animal (Greek); he is as much at ease in the bathroom
as on the mat. So when we got them home we arranged to try them in
our bath.
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