corkscrew, put it down. Put down everything, then you don't forget
anything."

That is the plan he always pursued himself. The list made, he would go
over it carefully, as he always advised, to see that he had forgotten
nothing. Then he would go over it again, and strike out everything it
was possible to dispense with.

Then he would lose the list.

Said George: "Just sufficient for a day or two we will take with us on
our bikes. The bulk of our luggage we must send on from town to town."

"We must be careful," I said; "I knew a man once--"

Harris looked at his watch.

"We'll hear about him on the boat," said Harris; "I have got to meet
Clara at Waterloo Station in half an hour."

"It won't take half an hour," I said; "it's a true story, and--"

"Don't waste it," said George: "I am told there are rainy evenings in the
Black Forest; we may he glad of it. What we have to do now is to finish
this list."

Now I come to think of it, I never did get off that story; something
always interrupted it. And it really was true.