Sunday, May 26, 2024

Soft pedal it

     "Aunt Gwendolyn said you were a flippertygibbet."

    "A what?"

    "A flippertygibbet."

    Packy drew himself up a little haughtily. Comment and criticism from his affianced he was prepared to accept. But when it came to her moth-eaten relations shooting ff their heads . . .

    "That's all right what that old cat-fancier and cheater at solitairs says," he replied with a dignity which became him well. "Here's a little message which you can pass on to her from me. You can tell her . . . No, on second thoughts, perhaps better not. Just give her my love and say I hope it chokes her."

(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)


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