"Oh, I say," she said, "will you give this to Mr. Wooster when you see him?" She held out Mr. Wooster's cigarette case. "He must have dropped it somewhere. I say," she proceeded, "it's an awful lark. He's going to give a lecture to the school."
"Indeed, miss?"
"We love it when there are lectures. We sit and stare at the poor dears, and try to make them dry up. There was a man last term who got hiccoughs. Do you think Mr. Wooster will get hiccoughs?"
"We can but hope for the best, miss."
"It would be such a lark, wouldn't it?"
"Highly enjoyable, miss."
"Well, I must be getting back. I want to get a front seat." And she scampered off. An engaging child. Full of spirits.
(from Carry On, Jeeves, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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