"Kennington Road. There ain't no Kennington."
"Ain't—I mean, aren't there? I always thought.... Never mind. How are the police?"
"I say this is Kennington Road Police Station," replied the voice with some heat.
"I know you did. I heard you. Just now. If you remember, I asked you if it was Kennington or Kennington Road, and you said——"
"'Oo are you?"
To avoid any unpleasantness I replaced my receiver.
Two minutes later, after an agreeable conversation with "Supervisor," I arranged to purchase five tickets for the Gold and Silver Ball.
"This," said the salesman, spreading a rug upon the top of a fast-growing pile, "is a Shiraz."
"I suppose," said Berry, "you haven't got a Badgerabahd?"