Tommy and Co. by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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trickiness.
"Ah!" said Mr. Clodd admiringly, as he pocketed the six half-crowns that the lady handed up to him. "If only they were all like you, Mrs. Postwhistle!" "Wouldn't be no need of chaps like you to worry 'em," pointed out Mrs. Postwhistle. "It's an irony of fate, my being a rent-collector, when you come to think of it," remarked Mr. Clodd, writing out the receipt. "If I had my way, I'd put an end to landlordism, root and branch. Curse of the country." "Just the very thing I wanted to talk to you about," returned the lady--"that lodger o' mine." "Ah! don't pay, don't he? You just hand him over to me. I'll soon have it out of him." "It's not that," explained Mrs. Postwhistle. "If a Saturday morning 'appened to come round as 'e didn't pay up without me asking, I should know I'd made a mistake--that it must be Friday. If I don't 'appen to be in at 'alf-past ten, 'e puts it in an envelope and leaves it on the table." "Wonder if his mother has got any more like him?" mused Mr. Clodd. "Could do with a few about this neighbourhood. What is it you want to say about him, then? Merely to brag about him?" |
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