"That," I said, stroking it, "is dear uncle's nose."
"What's——"
By the way, would you like it all over again? No? Oh, very well.
AFTERNOON SLEEP
"In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon."
I am like Napoleon in that I can go to sleep at any moment; I am unlike him (I believe) in that I am always doing so. One makes no apology for doing so on Sunday afternoon—the apology, indeed, should come from the others, the wakeful parties.
"Uncle?"
"Margery."
"Will you come and play wiv me?"