A Prefect's Uncle by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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[6] --AND STAYS THERE 'I say,' said Baker of Jephson's excitedly some days later, reeling into the study which he shared with Norris, '_have_ you seen the team the M.C.C.'s bringing down?' At nearly every school there is a type of youth who asks this question on the morning of the M.C.C. match. Norris was engaged in putting the finishing touches to a snow-white pair of cricket boots. 'No. Hullo, where did you raise that Sporter? Let's have a look.' But Baker proposed to conduct this business in person. It is ten times more pleasant to administer a series of shocks to a friend than to sit by and watch him administering them to himself. He retained _The Sportsman_, and began to read out the team. 'Thought Middlesex had a match,' said Norris, as Baker paused dramatically to let the name of a world-famed professional sink in. 'No. They don't play Surrey till Monday.' 'Well, if they've got an important match like Surrey on on Monday,' said Norris disgustedly, 'what on earth do they let their best man come down here today for, and fag himself out?' |
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