and she just gathered me in like a bull pup swallowing a piece of steak.”
“Miss Pringle, I am informed, sir, was an even more brilliant scholar than Miss Glossop.”
“Well, there you are! Jeeves, she looks at me.”
“Yes, sir?”
“I keep meeting her on the stairs and in passages.”
“Indeed, sir?”
“She recommends me books to read, to improve my mind.”
“Highly suggestive, sir.”
“And at breakfast this morning, when I was eating a sausage, she told me I shouldn’t, as modern medical science held that a four-inch sausage contained as many germs as a dead rat. The maternal touch, you understand; fussing over my health.”
“I think we may regard that, sir, as practically conclusive!”
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