Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, August 4th, 1920 by Various
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enthusiastically. "It's simply splendid. You give them their heads and you
never know _where_ you may get to. But, anyway, it doesn't really matter in the least afterwards who wins; it's only while it's happening that you feel so thrilled, isn't it?" I didn't acquiesce very whole-heartedly. I'm afraid my thoughts were with my lost guineas. It _had_ rather mattered afterwards. I really had been very foolish. "You look depressed," said the Fairy Queen. "Can I help you? I'm really extremely practical. You know, don't you," she leaned forward and looked at me earnestly, "that I should be delighted if I could assist you with any advice?" I hesitated. Just before she came I had been anxiously considering as to how I was going to make one hundred pounds do the work of two during the next few weeks; but somehow I didn't quite like to mention such material matters to the Queen; it didn't seem suitable. I looked up and met her kind eyes fixed on mine with an expression of the gentlest interest and solicitude. "I wonder," I said, still hesitating, "whether you know anything about stocks and shares?" "Stocks and shares," she repeated slowly, looking just a little vague and puzzled. And then--"Oh, yes, of course I do, if that's all you want to know." I felt quite pleased now that I had really got it out. |
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