Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 159, November 10, 1920 by Various
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John beamed complacently. "I got through that last bit rather well," he said; "'pon my word, there's more in this dancing than I thought. I quite enjoyed that twinkling business." "Have another one," I suggested. "Don't mind if I do," said John. "May I have the pleasure?" with a courtly bow to Margery. They re-commenced. "That's right," said Margery; "now two forward." "I must have a natural genius for dancing," said John, conversing easily; "I seem to ... Do we twinkle next?" "Yes," said Margery. "I seem to fall into it naturally." "Look out!" shrieked Margery. I don't know exactly what happened; I rather think John got his gears mixed up in the twinkling business. At any rate, one of his feet shot up in the air, he made a wild grab at nothing and tripped heavily backwards into the hearth. The piano was drowned in general uproar. |
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