"We cannot leave this thing to chance, Jeeves. Young Tuppy singing
'Sonny Boy' is the likeliest prospect for the bird that I can think
of--but no.... You see for yourself that we must do more than simply
trust to luck."
"We need not trust to luck, sir. I would suggest that you approach
your friend Mr. Bingham and volunteer your services at his forthcoming
entertainment. It could readily be arranged to have you sing
immediately before Mr. Glossop. I fancy, sir, that if Mr. Glossop
were to sing 'Sonny Boy' directly after you had sung 'Sonny Boy' the
audience would respond satisfactorily. By the time Mr. Glossop began
to sing they would have lost their taste for that particular song and
would express their feelings warmly."
"Jeeves," said Aunt Dahlia, "you're a marvel!"
"Thank you, madam."
"Jeeves," I said, "you're an ass!"
"What do you mean, he's an 'ass'?" said Aunt Dahlia hotly. "I think
it's the greatest scheme I ever heard."
"Me sing 'Sonny Boy' at Beefy Bingham's clean, bright entertainment? I
can see myself!"
"You sing it daily in your bath, sir. Mr. Wooster," said Jeeves,
turning to Aunt Dahlia, "has a pleasant, light barytone."
"I bet he has," said Aunt Dahlia.