"Nothing, except that he had an excellent dinner yesterday."
"I wasn't there," said Mrs. Greenwood; "I went to my mother's. You see,
Cook conscientiously followed Oswald's instructions. He had sardines,
Worcester sauce, macaroni, and tinned pork and beans. I can't make out
quite which of the two was the first to give notice afterwards. Perhaps
it was what you call a dead heat. Only, unless Oswald shouted, 'Take
a month's notice,' when he heard the cook's step in the hall, I am
inclined to think that Cook got there first."
Now in the train I recommend tinned pork and beans with Worcester sauce
as a cheap and nourishing food in war-time.
Greenwood says nothing but glares at me. For once in his life he cannot
rise to the occasion.
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[Illustration: "I PITY THE PORE CHAPS THAT 'AVEN'T GOT OUT 'ERE.
LONDON STREETS, THIS TIME O' YEAR, WITH THE DRIZZLE AND SLUSH MUST BE
AWFUL."]
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