"ONLY CHILDREN ARE ALLOWED
ON THE BED OF THE LAKE."
It is still there; you can go and see it for yourself. I argued, I
entreated. Either the constable had a sense of humour (and should be
reported) or else a perverted sense of duty.
A crowd collected. Out of the corner of my eye I could see those two
best frocks.
"As usual," I said bitterly but with dignity, "the British Government
is too late."
By the time I had persuaded the children that tea was superior to sand
castles their clothes--but no, why repeat what Margaret said? I'm sure
she regretted it when I had gone.
But my reputation as an uncle of any technical knowledge is finished.
I was so moved that I even forgot my gift to St. Bartholomew's after
tea--and now I am writing a personal letter to Mr. SAMUEL about that
notice in the Park.
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