over me from time to time.
“Yes, sir?” said Jeeves.
“Oh—ah—yes,” I said, giving myself a bit of a hitch up. “Where had I got to?”
“You were saying that Mr. Sipperley is practically dependent upon Miss Sipperley, sir.”
“Was I?”
“You were, sir.”
“You’re perfectly right. So I was. Well, then, you can readily understand, Jeeves, that he has got to take jolly good care to keep in with her. You get that?”
Jeeves nodded.
“Now mark this closely: The other day she wrote to old Sippy, telling him to come down and sing at her village concert. It was equivalent to a royal command, if you see what I mean, so Sippy couldn’t refuse in so