"I wonder how Eggleston is getting on. About now, I should imagine, he is leaning on the bell and your father is shouting, 'Come on! Come on! Come on!' in that curious way of his that always remins me of a gorilla thumping its chest."
Jane knitted her brow anxiously.
"Father's a pretty hard egg, isn't he?"
"It is not for me to criticize your ather," said Packy primly, "but I can tell you this - if he ever asks me to come down a lonely alley with him to see his stamp collection I shall refuse with considerable firmness."
(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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