"The noblest mind the best contentment has."
Spenser.
"Now," said Frank, next night (we are all assembled drinking tea on the
lawn), "after all those tales about your foreign favourites, and your
pet creepie-creepies, I think the best thing you can do is to come
nearer home and change your tactics."
"I was dreaming about cockroaches last night," said my wife; "and you
know, dear, they are my pet aversion."
"Yes," cried Ida; "do tell us a story to banish the creepies."
"Well then, here goes. I'll tell you a story about a pet donkey and
Nero's son, `Hurricane Bob.' Will that do? And we'll call it--"
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