The holiday round - A. A. Milne

The holiday round

Produced by Charles Aldarondo
1912
We will now bathe, said a voice at the back of my neck.
I gave a grunt and went on with my dream. It was a jolly dream, and nobody got up early in it.
We will now bathe, repeated Archie.
Go away, I said distinctly.
Archie sat down on my knees and put his damp towel on my face.
When my wife and I took this commodious residence for six weeks, he said, and engaged the sea at great expense to come up to its doors twice a day, it was on the distinct understanding that our guests should plunge into it punctually at seven o'clock every morning.
Don't be silly, it's about three now. And I wish you'd get off my knees.
It's a quarter-past seven.
Then there you are, we've missed it. Well, we must see what we can do for you to-morrow. Good-night.
Archie pulled all the clothes off me and walked with them to the window.

A. A. Milne
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Язык

Английский

Год издания

2004-05-01

Темы

Humorous stories, English; Short stories, English; English fiction -- 20th century

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