Diary of a Pilgrimage by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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asked him which I was to believe. He said:
"Well, as a matter of fact, they are both right. You see, up in those hilly districts, the weather changes very quickly. In the morning it may be blazing hot, and you will be melting, and in the evening you may be very glad of a flannel shirt and a fur coat." "Why, that is exactly the sort of weather we have in England!" I exclaimed. "If that's all these foreigners can manage in their own country, what right have they to come over here, as they do, and grumble about our weather?" "Well, as a matter of fact," he replied, "they haven't any right; but you can't stop them--they will do it. No, you take my advice, and be prepared for everything. Take a cool suit and some thin things, for if it's hot, and plenty of warm things in case it is cold." When I got home I found Mrs. Briggs there, she having looked in to see how the baby was. She said:- "Oh! if you're going anywhere near Germany, you take a bit of soap with you." She said that Mr. Briggs had been called over to Germany once in a hurry, on business, and had forgotten to take a piece of soap with him, and didn't know enough German to ask for any when he got over there, and didn't see any to ask for even if he had known, and was away for three weeks, and wasn't able to wash himself all the time, and came home so dirty that they didn't know him, and mistook him |
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