The War in the Air by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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Its possibilities had come to them first with a humorous flavour. "Here's one of the places where a chap might get a living by keeping hens," said Grubb. "You can't get a living by keeping hens," said Bert. "You'd keep the hen and have it spatch-cocked," said Grubb. "The motor chaps would pay for it." When they really came to take the place they remembered this conversation. Hens, however, were out of the question; there was no place for a run unless they had it in the shop. It would have been obviously out of place there. The shop was much more modern than their former one, and had a plate-glass front. "Sooner or later," said Bert, "we shall get a motor-car through this." "That's all right," said Grubb. "Compensation. I don't mind when that motor-car comes along. I don't mind even if it gives me a shock to the system." "And meanwhile," said Bert, with great artfulness, "I'm going to buy myself a dog." He did. He bought three in succession. He surprised the people at the Dogs' Home in Battersea by demanding a deaf retriever, and rejecting every candidate that pricked up its ears. "I want a good, deaf, slow-moving dog," he said. "A dog that doesn't put himself out for things." |
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